The masks are off.

Is addiction mostly pleasure-seeking and pain-avoidance? Or is it pain-seeking in pleasure-seeking clothing?

The temperature has fluctuated from 11 degrees to 60, and back again, in the past six days. 

A 3-minute poem about America.

My advice to all moms who have considered abandoning their children.

I am 5 games back, but it’s a long season.

I can spend the rest of January clearing the deck. Then, I will spend all of February writing my Family Meeting Book.

But I must whole-heartedly give myself permission to absolutely suck at this. 

For this hour, let the world go on without me.

The Omicron wave may be perhaps, tentatively, (hopefully?) cresting.

The day was not markedly different than the days before, but it felt better.

Hope it feels so difficult — especially when the areas in which we might dare to hope reflect ample disappointment.

Last night, I dreamed my boss and her entire family were living in our basement.

We have now lived in this chronic state of stress and fatigue for two full years.

SNO-VID Day Update

Less than one week after Winter Break, every teacher I know feels more exhausted than they did on December 23rd.

It turns out my family was recently exposed to someone who tested positive for Covid.

Hopefully 2022 will mark the turning of a new and improved page over the last two years of, well, endless bullshit. 

The best part of sharing my blog with my children was their laughter and delighted squeals as they heard me say bad words and even talk about peeing on the sidewalk.