5 Blisters
I count 5 blisters on my hands. I touch each one. A blister is the fluid that collects to protect the skin underneath from damage.
(my daily blog)
I count 5 blisters on my hands. I touch each one. A blister is the fluid that collects to protect the skin underneath from damage.
Instead of a to-do list, a friend of mine suggests a not to-do list. I’m at a conference all day teaching about writing personal mission
Last night, a dear friend of mine agrees to visit my children around bedtime to read stories and “tuck them in.” It’s so whimsical and
My sister texts me this morning to tell me to go to the gym. I tell her I have too much to do. Later, I
My I-Really-Just-Don’t-Care student hands me some of his writing to read. He’s typed eight single-spaced pages. I didn’t assign him this project. He wrote something
I’m standing in the freezing cold, tapping my foot and sighing. Backpacks by the door. Finally, both daughters emerge from school. As I herd them
I walk into a room and wonder who’s going to talk to me. Inevitably, I spiral into a self-conscious moment. I’m waiting for my daughters
The Braiding Impression Over the weekend, I braid little braids all over my daughter’s wet hair. In the morning, we unravel her hair. She loves
This morning, I dread that one student who looks me in the eye and says, “I just don’t care.” He’s required to take this class
I’ve been known to applaud students right in the middle of class if they say something something great. I’ve been known to cry “Bravo!” and