The Joy of Home

Maria met us at the back gate. She wore a sheer purple tunic over her bathing suit and in her hand was a glass with what looked like coca cola in it. The midafternoon heat was sweltering, and a cold soft drink sounded amazing, but she didn’t offer and I didn’t ask. We shook hands,... Continue Reading →

the only way out is through

It was early May, and I was in the car on the way home from work.  When you work in a school, May is perhaps one of the busiest times of year, and it is also a time of celebration.  May means final exams, yes. But it also means prom, awards ceremonies, and graduation. As... Continue Reading →

Inspiration from others, 2

From The hand that first held mine, by Maggie O'Farrell The women we become after children. We change shape, we buy low-heeled shoes, we cut off our long hair.  We begin to carry in our bags half-eaten rusks, a small tractor, a shred of beloved fabric, a plastic doll.  We lose muscle tone, sleep, reason,... Continue Reading →

Inspiration from others, 1

Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future.  - Fulton Oursler The only way out is through. - Various If you only do what you can do, you will never be more than you are now. - Master Shifu (Kung Fu Panda) Well done is... Continue Reading →

Ode to Nacho

As parents, we go through stages with our children that depend both on where they are in their development, and on where we stand with our own levels of patience, emotion, and energy.   How much we love our children is the unshakeable foundation that brings us back, even after we’ve already threatened to disown the... Continue Reading →

Leaping

"Perdóneme señorita, pero le puedo hacer una pregunta?" Excuse me miss, but may I ask you a question? I was in line at a little bakery just around the corner from the church, waiting to pay for my coffee and croissant. It's a tiny place, but it is the only one in the neighborhood that... Continue Reading →

the phone call

I am not sure when it was exactly that my dad decided his time on earth was up, but long before his body grew tired, and even longer before his mind hinted at exhaustion, he made the decision that he had done enough. Maybe it was when he turned 55.  His own father had died... Continue Reading →

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