
Thursday 13, for old time’s sake
BFF: “You haven’t blogged in ages.” Me: “I know.” Inside me: “WHO ARE YOU, YOU IMPOSTER WHO CALLS HERSELF A WRITER?!” Yeah, …
BFF: “You haven’t blogged in ages.” Me: “I know.” Inside me: “WHO ARE YOU, YOU IMPOSTER WHO CALLS HERSELF A WRITER?!” Yeah, …
I’m more than halfway through, trying to plot a course from Sandpoint to Rock Creek when the exam room door opens up …
Stopped in the left turning lane, I cuddled a pup on my chest, kissing the top of his tiny fluffy head. The young …
I usually spend January 1 wrapped up in reviewing last year’s accomplishments and plotting for the future. This involves generating upwards of 60-80 …
I call it my three-movie tree. This year, it took Love Actually, Labyrinth, and Little Women to get the sucker properly decorated. …
I’ve never really dreaded my job before. I’ve been more and less excited to teach, of course. Handing back bad grades or …
It’s possible I will have words tomorrow. But right now I’m still mostly stunned and gutted by the election results. Feels a …
Walking out of my polling place, I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of emotion. I didn’t wear white. I didn’t wear a …
Today I walked around campus as it was snowing leaves of change. Yellow and orange flutters signaling a shift in season, so …
I don’t know about you, but I’m counting minutes until the election ends so that for better or worse, at least my social …