Apparently, the dishes needed more surface area exposed to dry more efficiently. I guess this is technically true, but in doing so, my son left me a Jenga game, precariously balanced on our kitchen table.
Feed the monster.
Books are amazing and libraries are wonderful, but they aren't the extraordinary ones. Media specialists are the bees, flitting and humming, buzzing around and touching here and there, always helping people in the garden of words and letters know which ones taste best and just right for them. They make something ordinary feel like a … Continue reading Feed the monster.
Salty Jesus.
At the time, some Pharisees came and told him, “Go, get out of here! Herod wants to kill you!” He said to them, “Go tell that fox, ‘Look! I’m driving out demons and performing healings today and tomorrow, and on the third day I will complete my work.’ Yet I must travel today, tomorrow and … Continue reading Salty Jesus.
For me?
He's eating a chocolate croissant and reading a book. Obviously, Bella believes if she stares hard enough the crumbs he drops will be from her powers alone.
Little fires.
There are days when my house is like the deep end of a pool and I’ve been treading and I’m tired and I sink, just a little bit more as my arms grow weary. We have a couch, destroyed by children, dogs, and time, with ripped upholstery and what likely seems like an infinity of … Continue reading Little fires.
Learning the names I should have been taught, part 3.
Any time I see the word parish in a news report, I typically assume that something religious or something related to my state of birth is being referenced. I felt no surprise seeing the words parish, Ku Klux Klan, and deputy in the same paragraph. Nor was I aghast that a parish deputy in Louisiana … Continue reading Learning the names I should have been taught, part 3.
I am Madam President.
Yesterday, I shared a couple of experiences that greatly influenced the way I think and act. One of those experiences referenced the importance of representation. It wasn’t until sitting to watch an Xavier Riddle movie with my kids that I realized personally how deeply impacted I was by representation in politics. I knew from the … Continue reading I am Madam President.
Nothing is meaningless.
During a pre-service teacher’s student teaching, typically journals are required to share feelings, experiences, and insight about what that time is illuminating. It’s not uncommon to read about future teachers having positive exchanges with students that affirm their career choice. When a student has a lightbulb moment and finally gets whatever it is that they’ve … Continue reading Nothing is meaningless.
A good casserole.
My husband had surgery to remove his cancer last week. Science is amazing. Somehow, the physician was able to freeze away the tumor on my husband’s kidney through two tiny puncture wounds on his back while my husband was in a cat scan machine. Every day, I’ve been checking his bite mark as I like … Continue reading A good casserole.
Angola
In AP American history, I did a relatively poor job of memorizing constitutional amendments. As an overwhelmed teen with several AP classes, attempting to gain college credit, and feeling like my entire life hinged on this one year, I learned the basics, the key words, catch phrases, all the things that would make it sound … Continue reading Angola
Beka Tucker 