I resideherein the center of a fierce stormbrewing all around me, destroying those I love, crushing egos and creating new scars I open my mouth toutter words of encouragment or supportbut they sound superficial and stupid in light of all that is happening There is little I can dothough my nature is to rush towards the mess and try…
Stuck
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They came.They colored.They conquered. Today was the first day of school.More importantly,The first day of Kindergarten. I love teaching this age groupbut each First Day of SchoolI sort of forget why. New faces.New names.New Playground Drama. I am too tired to type.Too exhausted to think of a title for this post. Please take a moment to…
A Necessary Evil
I dread our daily meeting tip-toeing down the hallwayholding my breathregretting yesterday’s choices You are a fearsome foeilliciting feelings of self-hatredmy self-worth diminishingthe closer I get to your presence I have tried to make amendsand accept your existancetelling myself that you mean nothing in the grand scheme of things andi make empty promisesabout restraintand starting…
Sell 17 Items. Or Else.
So Monchichi comes home today with a giant envelope from school. Inside is a four-inch-thick catalog of things they are forcing my child to peddle in order to earn his school some more money. Believe me. I am not blind to the fact that when his teacher wants to make copies she has to count out the exact number…
So………..
“…………………………………………………………………………………………………………” *clearing throat* “…………………………………………………………………….” *crickets* “……………………………………………………………………………” *clearing throat loudly* Oh for the love of God.You are just like a man. DO YOU NOTICE ANYTHING DIFFERENT ABOUT ME? Nope. Didn’t cut my hair. I should. But I didn’t.Nope. Didn’t lose any weight. Again. The need is there, but no follow through. I’ll give you a few minutes…
Be Careful Who You Complain To
I was rockin a pretty decent headache yesterday. It might have had something to do with shopping for back to school crap with Superman and being overwhelmed by the ability to spend money at Target again. In any case, I drove home with one eye shut, popped some tylenol, drank half a pot of coffee…
They Don’t Serve Earl Grey @ The Improv: A Review
When the waitress came by our table last night at the comedy club and I asked for hot tea, she stared at me like I was suffering from a very debilitating mental disorder. Which I am, but that’s for another time and place. I know they want you good and loaded so that you laugh…