What Crosses My Mind

  • PTSD – The Children

    When I was twelve years old, I lost my cousin. He was five months younger than me. We were close. I didn’t really understand what was happening when we drove to his home for the memorial service. The funeral was held in his catholic elementary school church. I remember the whole weekend trying to piece…

  • Different Set of Eyes

    Yesterday morning, while sitting in a writing lab with a student, we both received notifications at the same time, about the Houston tragedy – Tragedy in Texas – and we talked for a minute or two of our sadness. We exchanged the usual, it keeps happening, oh that’s scary, terrible, any number of coined phrases that…

  • Lest We Forget, Again

    For we do that, oh so often, we do decide upon a beautiful sunset, perhaps the rising moon, a sweet snowfall, even the rain of a heated summer day, lets our mind return to the numbing nature of a human condition built upon, the product of denial.   But we cannot, simply look alive people,…

  • Three Kids Talking

    They were saying things like, too much information, to interfere would set me apart, there would be pushback, everyone of us knows it exists, what difference would it make, could it possibly be interpreted, wait that last one had to be a teacher, students don’t think about all those matters that matter, wait don’t be…