David McCullough died just a few days ago. I grew up around history books. They lined our shelves and I had access to any of them. Learning about who we are and how we came to be was always viewed as a good thing, at least that's how I remember it. McCullough's name was on … Continue reading If they were marble gods…
Because I was too busy, too distracted, focused on other fires and risks, I haven't done the best job at keeping up with our yard. Sometimes, leaving something unchecked leads to a gloriously beautiful chaos. I'm glad I slowed down long enough to look.
Yesterday, on a whim, I took a friend's advice and bought some lottery tickets. I'm a former math teacher, and understanding the odds, I had absolutely no hope anything would come of my purchase. I did have hope of feeling something different than the nearly ever-present grief I have been feeling. Even if for a … Continue reading Mega Millions
Unsurprisingly, my youngest is attached to another Tom Petty song and rightfully so. When he first heard Petty's Free Fallin' on a drive, he immediately said it was good and then asked what it meant. No one had ever asked me what the lyrics meant, and I had never bothered much myself to find out. … Continue reading Free Fallin’
I'm still struggling to write. It has been nearly two months since I last posted. I appreciate those readers who keep looking and waiting patiently. So much is happening, so many big, terrifying things, and I feel human and small and incapable of making any real change. But I also know that change is what … Continue reading It still hurts…
I think most of the time, faith is not easy for me. For some, being a Christian seems like the most obvious choice. Sunday mornings are refreshing and attending bible class other times during the week is worth the effort for how it makes them feel, the energy it gives them to face their lives … Continue reading Sometimes, it’s not all joy.
I voted on Tuesday and came out to the news that more children had been killed by gun violence. They were not my biological children, but they were still mine to care about and to keep safe, to help grow and live. When children die from guns, we are all responsible. When children kill other … Continue reading I’m not trying to take your guns.
I took a shower yesterday for the first time in several days, scrubbing off bug spray, sunblock, and the general dirt of my everyday existence. While smelling my soap, breathing in deeply to try and calm myself, I realized how little I like the word self-care. There are countless essays and articles about how important … Continue reading Self-care.
Much like a cat, Bella loves the sun and glares at me when I tell her it's time to come in.