Can I be completely honest here for a second?I have a love/hate relationship with blogging. I began my blog late last Spring, after being inspired by a childhood friend. And ever since then, my motivation to write my blog has ebbed and flowed. Sometimes it feels liberating and a great way to hone my craft.…
Self-Made Millionaire. Almost.
There was the year of “The Carnival.” I was nine years old and living in an apartment complex in North Orange County. The place was super saturated with kids and there was never any shortage of friends. We didn’t need formally arranged playdates; we just rushed outside each day and met in the stuccoed halls…
Yep. I’m That Sentimental.
Today.I have been waiting for today for a while now.Not because I do not love what I do.My job is a blessing in my life; I really believe I have been called to teach. But the Good Lord knows that teachers, especially Kindergarten Teachers, need time to rest, rejuvinate, and HEAL. I did not cry…
Just Can’t Keep My Mouth Shut
I appreciate your desire to be recognized for your achievements, rather than your inabilities. I value your right to embrace yourself “just as you are.” I respect and admire your self-confidence. I understand that you are Zen with the way things are. I despise your judgmental words, striking at organizations designed to foster research and…
The Fight
I cannot close my eyesbecause everytime I doI seemy face contortedby ragewords flung in self-defenseshockreplacing the blood in my veinsand it is three days of silenceas I walk the same path as youonly three steps behindI wonder if you really meant what you saidand I am too busy worryingabout my reputationand being rightto realize that…
A Letter of Apology
Dearest Cousin Anna: I felt compelled to write this apology letter to you after spending the weekend mauling your five month pregnant belly. I know this was highly inappropriate, but everytime I saw you and your cute little bump I couldn’t help but rub and tap and admire it. Awkward, I know. Also. I realize…
More Than Just a Game
I am watching my husband as he joins in a game of soccer between students and teachers. He is subbing for the day at my school today, a rare opportunity for us all to be together, Superman on the field with his friends and Monchichi having arrived by bus hours ago from summer school, now…