What writers do.
I remember a time when my heart was broken. I sat down and my computer and I typed away like my next breath depended on it- it literally felt like…
A long overdue thank you to the Wesley Foundation.
I was riding the bus on Saturday, listening to a Circuit Riders podcast, and thinking about my impact in the world. [That sounds snobby and prideful… I don’t mean it…
The sounds of that time.
I woke up this morning and as the rain beat my window and my iCal was clear, I decided to play the “I love being single and not having anyone…
Graduation.
These are my kids. [We didn’t always dress like this- it was 50s day.] I’ve written about this before, but today, if ever, it deserves to be written about again….
A big Saturday.
I’m emotional just typing this post. That does not bode well for my speaking engagement this weekend. My eyes are probably going to puddle for my entire 40 minute slot….
Le Whirlwind.
That’s what I’ve been living. Also, “le whirlwind” is French for “crazy travels.” I think. Let me tell you about the last ten days or so….. Thursday 9/30 :: Drive…
Who was his 3rd grade teacher?
I had to swing by the bank yesterday. I haven’t used this particular branch before, so I missed the turn. [please try to contain your shock] And so I had…
I used to teach school.
Saturday night, I attended my third Thanksgiving dinner in Nashville. Good. Gravy. Literally. [I’m sorry. But that’s funny.] Nashville Thanksgiving 2009 was super wonderful. But more on that later this…
Kids are sick.
If you aren’t in the teaching profession, enjoy this nugget from today.I pick my kids up from lunch, and I have to immediately stop the line to say this:“Susie, quit…
When polite people do impolite things.
My dear friend at school asked me to blog about this. For her sake, I’ll give her a fake name- Jenn. Jenn and I are eating lunch. Let me preface…
