By the day after the Govenor declares a state of emergency, we will be out of toilet paper and scared shitless, and as dark combinations go, it could be worse.
Why “Do a Bad Job” Is Not Helpful
So there’s an article going around titled “Please Do a Bad Job of Putting Your Courses Online,” (https://anygoodthing.com/2020/03/12/please-do-a-bad-job-of-putting-your-courses-online/) and as a lifelong student of education (BS in ed, MEd, doctorate in progress in curriculum & instruction), I think I need to say something about this: The article is, in places, simply wrong. While many of … Continue reading Why “Do a Bad Job” Is Not Helpful
History Repeats Itself When history repeats itself, What story does it tell? Of men in sweat and swords, Clinging to life at the people’s hands? Or of men in suits giving zero fucks About children in cages? Of World War I? Or World War II? Or World War III? And change? Do we tell stories … Continue reading Sharing Grief (Again)
Sharing Grief (Again)
Sharing Joy: Stuck Points and Alternative Thoughts
I’m starting a second part to my blog. Today, I am recognizing where I have been emotionally stuck, and I’ve got new affirmations to tell myself. My success in this process has been due to literal MONTHS of therapy and digging into some heavy shit. Here goes: Point 1 Stuck point: “Changes in routines mean … Continue reading Sharing Joy: Stuck Points and Alternative Thoughts
Sharing Grief: And Sometimes…
You just want to die. You reach the breaking point. You try to live because you said you would. The grief is so great. You know you’re a goddamn burden. You know it’s a lost cause anyway. You cry all day because you really fucked up. You really fuck up. All the goddamn time. You … Continue reading Sharing Grief: And Sometimes…
Sharing Grief or Something
If I should weep, my tears do not come from the likes of beaten men who have tried to climb mountains and failed; crossed fiery deserts and died of thirst. If I should weep, know that my tears are from love — the kind that whispers and yearns and protects and always perseveres. That’s an … Continue reading Sharing Grief or Something
Staring Grief: To Be or Not to Be
The sun is setting. The end of a day. A week, a life. The skies explode like the effects of bullets and mandibles — reds and oranges and bits of blue. I didn’t even know the brain was blue, unless you count the melancholic part, which I don’t. That part is more reds and greens … Continue reading Staring Grief: To Be or Not to Be
Sharing Grief: First Stones in Glass Houses
There was once a little girl who grew up in the most beautiful manor, high on a hill overlooking her father’s dominion. It was made almost entirely of mirrored glass, so that her father, an evil sorcerer, could easily keep track of his subjects’ whereabouts and behaviors. As soon as a transgression was detected, the … Continue reading Sharing Grief: First Stones in Glass Houses
Sharing Grief: Perseverance DOES NOT EQUAL Perfection
If I live and die a thousand lives, they would not be enough to contain love. If each life, a thousand years, and each year, a thousand moments (well, 525,600 minutes, plus leap years and so forth...really loses the poetic quality. Thanks a lot, Rent. Jk. I love Rent.) But still, if I lived a … Continue reading Sharing Grief: Perseverance DOES NOT EQUAL Perfection
Sharing Grief: It’ll Never Be the Same
A quote from my (current) favorite post from my (current) favorite blog reads as follows: It’s going to hurt you every time you think of it. Sometimes this will happen at weird moments. When you’re least expecting it. When you encounter a small detail that only has the most passing commonality with what happened to … Continue reading Sharing Grief: It’ll Never Be the Same
Dueling Symmetry 