I can only do things by halves - maybe not even that. In class this week, we’ve been reading Nina Cassian’s poem “A Man.” If you have never encountered the poem, here’s the gist: a man has lost an arm in war and fears being only half of what he was. This man lists the … Continue reading Teaching by Halves
Scrolling through social media, I feel helpless. No. Not helpless. Hopeless. Yes. That’s it. The light and hope evaporated from one of the few social outlets I have had during this shutdown. Even though stores and restaurants are opening, the expectation of social distancing has left an emptiness in my spirit, and Satan is preying … Continue reading Straining for Praise
It is time to be honest about how I am really doing. As I giggled through the movie Into the Spider-verse the other day with my boys, I began thinking about this shelter-in-place. It feels like we have been sucked through a blackhole and catapulted into an alternate reality. My house, my job, my town … Continue reading This Is NOT Me!
It wasn’t what they expected. It was hard to ignore the disappointment in their eyes. One hundred and eight days since Christmas. Fifty-eight days since Valentine’s Day. And today’s celebration was a bit less than they’d anticipated. Sure, the boys each had a little Easter basket. By the time I’d rubbed the sleepiness from my … Continue reading The Next Big Thing
As I make plans for my son’s 11th birthday, I think about how simple the celebration will be this year. In years past, family and friends gathered at our home to bust open a piñata, engage in pool-noodle battles on the grassy hill of our yard, or soak each other with water balloons. Then a … Continue reading Simple Things