I write about the death of caterpillars during their transformation into butterflies. I teach about how civil rights activists wanted to overthrow capitalism. You have to completely dismantle a thing in order to make space for the birth of another. I guess this is my undoing. I talk about how I’ve checked so many boxes … Continue reading

Lately, I’ve been feeling like a stranger to myself. It’s not that anything is terribly wrong—it’s just that I feel missing. The version of me that used to feel full of life, that had passions, routines, and small joys that made every day feel like mine. Somewhere between responsibilities, expectations, and just trying to keep up, I lost … Continue reading

Happy Valentine’s Day, love. Today isn’t just about flowers, chocolates, or grand gestures from someone else—it’s about you. It’s about the love you pour into others, the strength you show when life demands more, and the resilience that keeps you moving toward your dreams. I see you. I see the woman who balances teaching, coaching, … Continue reading

I know karma when I see it

You can’t cry over the life you’ve created for yourself, you have to fix it.

ChatGPT mean the death of creativity/originality? I always say what bothers me about my students using ai/chat gpt, is they aren’t working their creative muscles, just relying on a computer. Short term to pass a class, great. Long term to navigate life… not so great. I think this speaks to the “you’ll never use this,” … Continue reading

“Winter arc”

I've never thought about the complexities of winter. The leaves wilt off the trees as it becomes colder, colorless yet darker outside, the more cozy we make our environment. We rest, eat comfort food, light candles, wrap ourselves in blankets and then there's the holidays. I think it's still all about perspective. Per usual. What … Continue reading “Winter arc”

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Went I my storage this morning, going through boxes found so many filled journals with notes thoughts.. I was so hopeful, so excited, so free- I miss her.

Being a teacher means constant countdowns until breaks. Whether it’s fall, thanksgiving, winter, spring, or summer. Always looking forward to something other than where you are. And then you’re on break, but so anxious about going back, that you never quite enjoy these “breaks.”This summer I want to do nothing and everything all at once:I … Continue reading