top of page

blog.

Too Many Things

Have you noticed that sometimes there are too many things to fit into a day? Too many thoughts to fit into your head? Too many...

Who Are You?

Imposter syndrome is a thing. It’s not just a thing for people who suck and wish they were awesome. It’s a thing that makes everyone...

Joy is Contagious

Can you imagine if someone had told you at Christmas time, that by the time spring came we would be living in fear-based suspended...

What is a School?

Have I mentioned that I hate trying to teach on-line? Mentioned that everyday feels like a failure? If you think that I am posting daily...

You Can Say No

Once upon a time people talked with each other in the streets. Friends met and hugged and shared tea and cookies. People held...

When It's Too Much

I hate today. It’s been one stupid thing after another and I am done. I don’t want to do anything. This new world is insane and I’m tired...

What Happened to Human Rights?

It is a problem when I expect more from the students in my class than I can expect from the government of my country. I expect the kids I...

The Deception of Perfection

If I were to write a thesaurus (which is not actually on the list of writing projects that I hope to fulfill), I would make perfection a...

20/20 Vision for a New Year

The calendar tells me that another year is about to start. This time, it is not just another year, it is a whole new decade. (Does that...

The Meaning in Christmas

Christmas is here. Our tree is filled with an odd assortment of mementos and treasures, the carols are playing (classic and traditional...

Ode to Ivan Coyote

There are books that I read where the characters spring to life and take up a place in my mind and my heart. There are other books, where...

The Magic of Coincidence

There is a magic to coincidence that I just love. Whether you believe a coincidence is a sign of karmic fate, or just a random twirl of...

Taking up Space

Some weeks I have to search and wonder what to write about in my blog. I’ll look at the news and think about conversations I’ve had...

The Hand of a Friend

What does it mean to have a friend? To be a friend? When I was a kid, friends were the people you hung out with, the people who had your...

bottom of page