The art of resting
Often unglamorous, repetitive, and a little messy, mind and body recovery is necessary. Being alive in a terminally exhausted body
storytelling
Earning a living, losing a life
Have you ever found yourself caught somewhere between giving enough of yourself to the machinery of the world to sustain
Lost and Found You
What started as an easy-breezy Sunday Funday that began in the afternoon ended up becoming a gradually menacing Sunday evening.
Familiar, Not Safe
Nothing is particularly special about a day when you wake up feeling gray. Still, I had hoped to hear —
Real or not: elementary teachers diaries
Does having a second or third teacher in a classroom make students wonder who they should report to? Sure. “Who’s
Routine and familiarity
Seven corners, too many walls, battled windows, an old white door simple closets unknown history hide of long gone muted
Tales of a pluviophile living in Hurricane Land
When I was a little girl, tropical storms and hurricanes were, inevitably, an annual occurrence and a topic of discussion
Over-reliability and vulnerability
This is not supposed to be a message of hope. Not exactly an optimistic thought either, nor the usual bullsh*t
The woman on the trolley
There’s this trolley I take. My rides are usually short, but when I’m on it, I see all kinds of
Profound lines about a fiery sky
I started with a poetic line inspired by the far fiery horizon line, and I really thought I was on
