What Crosses My Mind

  • Haunting Dissolve

    It began with those … an icy depth of years; not knowing wondering each day. The wall had been erected and suddenly the last brick placed with careful reflexive muse. The door seemed not enough. How to make a statement with no recourse; a fight wouldn’t happen too much knowing judgment. Put clothes on and…

  • I Cried

    Like a baby I did, many nights alone, I no longer knew who I was anymore. I would wake in the morning and sob over my coffee, my eyes swollen from just the night before. Before that and every day in between. I no longer knew who I was anymore. People I would ask would…

  • Finding a Moment

     Go home and write       a page tonight.       And let that page come out of you—       Then, it will be true. – Langston Hughes ~ Though when time would suggest it is an easy ask, this only task we have in life, is to speak our truths, who it is we might be, what we believe,…

  • Check Out Time

    Have you ever, bad day – attitude like a torrential rain storm, not pretty just cold, damp, unrelenting, unlike that one summer rain, we walked around the lake, feeling a mist was steady, warm, passionate all of us soaked through our clothes, everyone around in the same  state of mind, waiting for their warming soup…

  • Don’t Feel Sorry For A Teacher

    I run an immediate risk with teaching colleagues with such a title caught in the eye of the storm that is COVID-19. Our lives and the students we teach are forever changed, anyone, anywhere in the world will be impacted more directly than indirectly by this virus. We will all have to adjust to the…

  • I Cry, Sometimes

    Sharing a story, recalling a significant rite of passage in my childhood, Not one I chose I might be so reminded.   One day, her glance a twelve year old mind, frightened by tragedy, submission to God’s plan, a confusion, yet her eyes, would tell me a story.   I then and forever touched would…

  • We Wonder Love

    Glance close in my eyes will the love be receptive is it as real as it feels inside when upon your eyes I look to see your truth.   If when I let you see me, might the caution you feel be my own strength of wanting a world of respect; in ignorance we know…

  • My Dear Friend, Our Inspiration

    Ah summertime. It is true. Many times in our lives, as a teacher, we would like to retreat toward that which would make life easier. Perhaps we choose to fall into a string of Netflix series, or our favorite crime show rather than take care of the busy work of maintaining our home, both the…

  • Why Sisters Are Cool

    I called my sister today, before I even uttered a word she asked me if everything was ok, then in a gasp I tried to breathe she said then, what’s wrong?   I called my sister today, before I even uttered a word I knew I could lose my shit and she would think it…

  • Conversations With My Dad

    People suggest we ought not imagine conversations with the dead.   The afterlife we’re told often speculation a creation of our own need to reconnect.   Yet if it weren’t true they’re listening, then these tears that fall would not be real.   I have conversations with my dad, the difficult questions, the hard to…