Throwbacks

  • Cheers to 2018: Year of the Dog and Love

    Cheers to 2018: Year of the Dog and Love

    Oh, 2018: Words can do you no justice, and yet still I try! What started as an astoundingly dismal, uncertain year quickly blossomed into the greatest love story (so beautiful that I frequently blink back the pinprick of happy tears) that I have ever known. And I’ve read a lot of trashy romance novels. I started 2018 […]

  • On Complicated, Angry Grief

    On Complicated, Angry Grief

    Grief groups don’t really cover complicated relationships full of unmet expectations. When my mother died, I went to a group full of sobbing people who dearly loved their departed. We were instructed to bring in cherished tokens that reminded us of our lost ones. I struggled to find even one, since my mother had a […]

  • Here’s to the fools who dream.

    Here’s to the fools who dream.

    Today, I wish myself the happiest anniversary of serendipity and following my heart. John Greenleaf Whittier, you, sir, are a pessimist: No gladder words of tongue or pen than these: what was, what is, and what is still to come.

  • We Are WARRIORS: Eagle Ridge

    We Are WARRIORS: Eagle Ridge

    For a single night, I was part of an eighties rockband in 2013; we performed at ERA’s Battle of the Bands. I will never be this cool again. “Beverly Hills” and “Call Me Maybe” and rehearsals at seven a.m… ERA is where I learned to be a battle-hardened warrior. There is no tired like first-year-teacher […]

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