welcome to my tackle box of tomfoolery.
A few meditations and musings on…
self-destructive behavior.
Dear X – I love you madly, deeply; I wake up in the middle of the night craving you. When I am overstimulated and need a minute (or five, or ten), you are always there for me. I have loved you since I was 18 years old, even though when we’d first met four years…
giving birth to a school year.
The school year is three weeks old and I haven’t succumbed to the stress yet. As I was wondering and marveling at this (no small feat), it occurred to me that being an administrator in an educational setting is a lot like giving birth to a child. More specifically, like laboring to give birth without…
the false reassurances of relationship.
Caveat lector: this is, in fact, a reflection on gratitude. But you’ll have to indulge me first. Although this time of year is touted as a time to reflect on the importance of the people in our lives and revel in our gratitude for our family of origin, chosen family, and friends, for many it…
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