Okay, I'm about to brag on my "kids." I call them kids but really they are all 17 to 19 so in the eyes of our state, adults. However, in the eyes of me, their adoring teacher, they're still kids with sweet, loyal, loving hearts. So, without further adieu... 10 Reasons Why my Kids Make [...]
Category: Origin Story
Thank you
It has finally happened... I was just saying the other day that often I would wonder if I wouldn't ever reach over 100 followers but then you all made it happen. When I started blogging I was happy just to have 3 readers lol. And now, I feel so fortunate to have the opportunity to [...]
The Vanishing Girl
When I was a little girl, I used to practice being invisible. If I was invisible then I couldn't be yelled at, devalued, or hurt. At least that is what my childhood mind told me. Now, I know that doesn't make any sense, I am not, nor have I ever been, a vanishing girl. I was [...]
Poem: Scars
Trigger warning: Self harm This was written to be spoken word poetry put to music and such; maybe some day I'll do that but for now, here it is in its plain ole typed form. Scars I am not my scars Or any of the things that have happened to me. I'm not the [...]
Where I Come From: A Rise from the Lower Class
Sometimes we have take a long hard look at where we came from to appreciate how far we have come, where we are and where we are going. Or, at least, that's what they say. So, as I am currently in life repair mode, I took a trip back home to remind myself of how [...]
Finding My Voice
"Why English? The other day during an interview I was asked, "Why English?". I gave the standard "I love reading. I'm good at research. I've always been pretty drawn to writing." Not lies. Not the truth. I had never really considered why I chose English before; it was just something I did, not a choice [...]
A Love Letter to All My Jagged Edges
Today, the "day of love", I'm deciding to take back a little love for myself. I'm going to write a letter to all the parts of myself I've tried desperately to disavow. To all my jagged edges, My scars: you are cherished. You are the evidence that I have chosen to survive. You are outward [...]
