I have a poster on my classroom wall that says… Yesterday, a student noticed it, said he liked it, and noted how true it was. I emphatically agreed, extending the conversation a bit with, “if you never fail, it means you aren’t being challenged. If things are always easy, and you always get A’s, that…
It’s hard to admit I have trust issues in my marriage. Even sitting in front of our therapist, his direct question hanging in the air between us… Do you trust him? …I wanted to say, “Yes, of course, I do. He’s my husband. Why wouldn’t I?” But instead I gave a very clumsy, complicated answer,…
Last night I yawned, and stretched, and he reached over, tweaked my nipple and ruined my stretch. We both laughed…because it’s an inside joke…something he always does (or used to, when we were okay). The night before, he smacked my ass with a wooden spoon (the one he uses to itch beneath his cast) when…
There are a lot of great quotes and poems out there about the positives surrounding the dark. It is the only time we can see the stars, for example. The winter clears the branches and let’s the light in. Darkness appears to be necessary in many ways, even though it often gets a bad reputation…
I’m not good at being vulnerable, and I think that may have a lot to do with why I have a blog like this. Confessional writing gives me the opportunity to be vulnerable…safely. You can’t see me. Most of you don’t even know me, though you may feel you do (and rightfully so, in many…
No long term relationship is the same. Some are easier than others, but just because a relationship is “difficult” does not make it wrong. Every relationship has its own languages, both verbal and non, and what works for one may not work for another. It is easy to judge from the outside…and so difficult to…
It’s been awhile since I shared an image. I haven’t been pleased with what I see in the mirror lately…for more than one reason. I also haven’t felt terribly sexy or sensual. Mostly, my life has been sports bras and functional, comfortable cotton. I haven’t shaved or buffed or scrubbed or polished. I’ve showered, and…
It’s an overcast fall day. I’m sitting in my truck, spiced-chai eggnog latte steaming in the cupholder, typing this entry while my son gears up for a soccer game. I’m alone in the quiet…the only sounds the tapping of keys, the whoosh of passing cars behind me, and the yells of kids and coaches in…