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What Love Isn't

 Preface: I am still doing this Slice of Life March challenge from Two Writing Teachers --despite the fact that this is only my 3rd blog and it's March 7th.  I have decided not to malign myself for not being able to write daily. I think about writing daily, but when my toddler wants me to dance with her to We Don't Talk About Bruno or my teenager wants to ask me a philosophical question about life, I will give them my time. And, I will write when I can. I saw this quote today:  I saw it and had to catch my breath. Stunning, isn't it? It is transformative when you being to discern that, to understand what love really is, we have to understand what it isn't. I liken this to teaching. It took a while, as a teacher, for me to understand what good teaching really was. I had to try lots of things that didn't work first.  Understanding many things in the world requires us to first understand what said thing isn't. The distinction for love, I think, is that, unlike mos
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A poem for my son (and a reminder for me)

There will come a time  when this world will bathe you in pain. Sometimes, you'll drown  in it Wondering-- if you can remember what air  or hope tastes like. And in the thick heaviness of all that troubles you Somehow, you'll raise your chin out of  the ocean of   blue, black memory and find air and breathe. It is  here In the  calamity of this moment, You will find your north and  rise in beautiful, perfect brokenness.

A Love Letter to Book Banners

Full transparency: this started out as a letter-to-the-editor. I contemplated sending it in to the Dallas Morning News. Then, I changed my mind. Then it was going to be an open letter to everyone who wants to ban books in schools . I have since decided to call it a love letter b ecause it springs from the deepest well of my love for education, students, and learning. This letter is full of LOVE. I will not resort to anything less than love. So, here it is... My love letter to the book banners. Banning books in public schools is nothing new. As long as there have been books, there have been those who have wanted to ban them. Yet, something about the current wave of book-bannings feels especially dangerous. And especially terrifying. (Get ready, because I am about to state the obvious.) Students need access to complex, diverse text in public schools. A large body of research demonstrates that equitable access to books promotes reading achievement and motivation (Allington, 2002, 2009; Kr

For My Husband

Sometimes the days are so long and the chaos of life  so distracting that I forget to say the things that matter. Things like... I love you, I see you, and... I haven't forgotten. No, I haven't forgotten how you made me feel      that night, under the moon. I still remember the completeness of your arms around me. I didn't forget our first kiss            or all the reasons  I fell in love with  your soul. Your kindness, the way your love pulled me into safety and salvaged what was left of my shattered heart. They say bones are stronger after they have been broken. Love is the same,      I think. And so, husband, know this:  from the  scars of my brokenness I love you. And even when I forget  to tell you, I       always                 remember.

The Best of Intentions

 I was so excited when I was invited by my colleague to do this month of writing. I was amped and ready and full of ideas. I guess now might be the time to mention that I haven't written anything--on paper anyway--since Thursday. I had the best of intentions. Don't I always? So here I am, 5 days late, writing something. The phrase "the best of intentions" kept bouncing around my head this morning. I have decided that it might be the theme to my adult life. My house is halfway clean. I made dinner 3 out of 5 planned nights. My daughter usually brushes her teeth at night. All these things begin and end with the best of intentions . I think where I feel this most intensely right now is in my role as mother. My children are so many things to me--the first of which are miracles. My son entered my orbit after years of trying to conceive and a failed adoption. When his birth mother handed him to me, my world changed. My daughter, born almost 10 years later, was the result of

On Tribes and Tribalism

 Have you seen that shirt that all the "boss babes" 🙄 sell on Facebook? The one that says, "My Tribe" or "Find your tribe, love them hard." There are many iterations. A version of it has made its way around Instagram as one of those inspirational text-images people love so much. You know, the one with arrows and feathers and cool, scripty font. You've seen it--super boho and trendy. Can I tell you something? I hate this shirt. I hate this meme. I hate the word tribe . It always irks me. I wish it didn't, but it does. Yes, I dislike the cultural appropriation, but, if I am being honest, I really hate it for one, big selfish reason: I don't have a tribe. I don't really have "people." No close knit group of gal-pals that I drink wine with or talk to daily. I don't have a group text thread that blows up my phone all day simultaneously annoying and entertaining me. I don't have this. I never have. I think I have always been t

Can I MASK you a question?

Living in American feels hard lately. Everything in so heavy--politics, religion, the pandemic, social justice...nothing seems easy. And the truth is, it isn't. That feels like something on which we can all agree, right? Imagine now, how exponentially more difficult it is to simultaneously live in Texas. Talk about heavy. I know, I am probably pissing off some of the Texas natives right now. I'm okay with that. Because right now, living as a Texan is tough. And, frankly, I don't love it. A few weeks ago Texas suffered one of the worst winter storms in history. People lost power. Some froze to death. Literally. People died from the cold. If you have access to the news, you probably heard about it. Turns out, it all could have been avoided with a little regulation. Imagine that. Well, to add insult to injury, our governor rescinded our mask order yesterday. You read that right. No more masks for the great State of Texas. There is speculation that it was no accident it coinci