I Cried in My Room

I cried and cried in my room I needed a hug. You called it a tantrum and left me for hours. Then you laughed at me when I came downstairs with my tear-stained face and red eyes.   I cried and cried in my room I needed a hug.

Being Bullied

She's a bully. She tears me down on the daily. You can't do it, she'll say. Even when I prove her wrong She'll find another way. She's a bully. Mean, like a middle school kid. Her words sting my heart Like daggers she's throwing Tearing my whole self apart. She's a bully. She's around all... Continue Reading →

Mothers Within

Are you a mother? What have you given birth to in this lifetime? A new invention? A way of living? A special presence? How have you nurtured those around you? By listening? By offering a hand to squeeze? By providing comfort? How have you given care to others? Through friendship? Through meaningful conversation? Through thoughtful... Continue Reading →

Those Faces

My class and I have spent many hours together. Since August, we've spent most weeks together learning, playing, and growing. I know their faces. When they are confused by a Math problem When they are sick of taking notes When they are in love with their book When they want more time to work When... Continue Reading →

Pools of Dreams

I'm dipping my toes into new spaces pools of dreams in which I long to dive I'm spreading my wings little by little to the cloud where I hope I'll arrive My fingers, they hover tapping the keys with hesitation doubting they know what's right My mind and heart bicker It's been done versus I am... Continue Reading →

Ser Gringa

Me dicen que soy gringa Extranjera, ¿De dónde eres? Respiro para una pausa ¿Cómo me explico a ustedes? Me dicen que soy gringa Sin conocerme para nada Me pasan y me llaman Con una sola mirada Por la calle oí la voz de una niña Llamandonos gringos tan fuerte Nos miramos en un momento y... Continue Reading →

Alone

Alone I arrived in Paris, without language or transportation, and found my way to the hotel room. Alone I taught my first lesson to my first class of students, afraid and unprepared. Alone I cared for two extremely sick teens and got them to the Galapagos in time to see the tortoises. Without you there... Continue Reading →

Through the Screen

I look through the screen. I am there. In the lab full of computers and outdated chairs. I can hear Patti in the hallway, cracking a joke. If I stuck my head out the purple door, I might see her and add my own commentary. Two doors down is a room of rainbows where Carol... Continue Reading →

My Class (Slice of Life: Day 31)

When we started this journey on March 1st, I had no idea what to expect. I prepared myself for some bumps in the road, disappointments, difficulties, etc. As we began, questions filled my head. Will my students participate? Will they be excited to post? Will they find something to love about writing?  I am incredibly proud of... Continue Reading →

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