Tuesday, May 4, 2021

The Raw Truth of Now

I don't feel like I can say this outloud. These thoughts are raw, and true, and I'm hesitant to put this out there. And yet, it is what comes to mind each time I ponder what to write.

Some of you are going to wonder what took me so long to get here. Some of you may not be able to relate. Here it goes...

This is hard!

[large exhale]

Being a teacher, who is working from home, while my child is going to school at home - is hard. And it is mostly the parenting part.

I think the work part helps. It gives me something to do that is focused outside of these walls. There is so much to do that the days zoom by. (Did you see what I did there?)

And then there is this other layer, the part where I have a fantastic life partner who also parents, but they don't do it during the day, every. single. day. For the past nine months, they have gone to their office to work. The office that is 30 minutes from here. The office that doesn't have any parenting.

Yes, they do parenting and household chores and all the things you would want, when they are here. Which isn't all day, for 5/7 of each week.

There it is. I've said it. This raw truth I am living and I am not sure how to feel about it.

Friday, April 30, 2021

What I've Read


What I've Read This Month...

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

I'm Ready

All of my adult life I have always had my next plane ticket in hand - until spring of 2020 when I cancelled all scheduled trips. And I was OK. I spent more than a year without a plane ticket in hand and it was OK. Some days it was even better than OK. Months went by without my thinking about where I would go and when. This week that has ended. Now, I am ready. I have plane tickets (for both summer and Christmas). I'm not certain I will be able to use them, but I have them. We shall see.

Tuesday, April 13, 2021


The sky darkens. I notice because I catch myself thinking, "It's the middle of the day. Why would I pause at the light switch?" I grabbed a hoodie and make tea, brisk air and a damp walk are on my mind. The wind is blowing the palm branches vigorously.

"SPOTS!" yells my daughter as she rushes to put on shoes. 

Opening the door, the warm are blows in. No spots - at least not yet, mug in hand I ascend the stairs and return to work.

"May I go for a bike ride?" inquires my bored child. After talking through her route and when her next Zoom call is we agree on a plan and she heads out, wheeling her bike to the door. 

"For real now!" she doesn't hesitate to ride off, as the pavement begins to darken beneath her tires.

By the time I have finished typing this she is still gone, but so too are the spots.

Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Things That Make My Mother Happy

There are many things that make my mother happy. These are some of them...

Her grandchildren

A bobbin that doesn't run out of thread during a project

Carmina Burana

The color blue


More fabric

A good puzzle

Seeing live theater

A well read audio book

Singing in a choir (especially if it is a Colorado College Tour Choir Reunion)


The anticipation of a trip

John Rutter's choral arrangements

Not cooking

The view at our family's place on Fox Island

Justice and acceptance for all

Into The Woods

Communicating via email rather than the phone

Ferry boats

That the end of March didn't bring an end to my slices of life being posted here


Wednesday, March 31, 2021

What I've Read


What I've Read This Month...

Where's the Confetti? (31/31)

  31 of 31 - SOLSC 2021

Where is the confetti? I feel like arriving at this point in the challenge there should be confetti flitting down on me. And hooting and hollering with yelps of glee. Anyone else?

For those of you who are with us for the first time this year, do come back on Tuesdays. It is the same lovely bunch of people and yet you have an entire week (nearly. for the first Tuesday) to sift through your brain for that moment you can't wait to put down on virtual paper. Or you could put it on actual paper and post pictures of your notebook. (It's what my friend Erika does. You can check out her blog here.)

Speaking of friends: Erika, that I was just mentioning, we met in this space. We've yet to meet face to face and still, across years of reading about one another's lives, sharing comments (and even being in a Voxer group together inspired here) I do not feel it is a stretch to call her 'friend'. She is not the only one I could say this about. Friendships are born here,  and then you find yourself in the same physical space and the relationship continues.

We need one another. The practice of writing is hard. This community brings encouragement, accountability, and acceptance. Here is where we can share drafts and know we won't be judged for trying things. Thank you to Stacey and all the co-authors of Two Writing Teachers for the countless hours you pour into all of us throughout the year with your planning, sharing, and leadership.

See you on Tuesday, even if there's no confetti.