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I read a book! Like, the whole book… No cheating… I read every word. An educator’s narrative of guilt & overcoming the challenges of literacy.
Uncategorized / journey / literacy / books / learning disabilities / reading

I read a book! Like, the whole book… No cheating… I read every word. An educator’s narrative of guilt & overcoming the challenges of literacy.

I read a book! Like, the whole book… No cheating… I read every word. Yes, that’s right, someone who has hated and struggled with reading and writing, who works in education, and who is determined to start a blog, is proudly proclaiming that she has read a book. I found it, no wait… it found … Continue reading

Life is a pendulum, so, keep swinging!!
Age / balance / family / journey / kids / life / parenting / self care / strong women / Uncategorized / women

Life is a pendulum, so, keep swinging!!

Let’s start with fads and fashion, as we all shake our heads. But seriously… In the beginning, our parents take care of us, and eventually, the roles reverse as we care for them. Stocks go up and then, inevitably, they go down. We love hard and then we fall harder. Our bodies fearlessly and relentlessly … Continue reading

Making peace with my clutter- “Clutter is nothing but postponed decisions.” (Barbara Hemphill)
balance / family / home / journey / kids / life / organizing / parenting / self care / stress management

Making peace with my clutter- “Clutter is nothing but postponed decisions.” (Barbara Hemphill)

I grew up, using my imagination, making memories and crafts out of paper towel rolls and cardboard boxes. We never wasted, but everything had an expiration date or was recycled. Clothes were only bought at the beginning of fall, spring, and, of course, at the start of the school year. Toys were gifted at Christmas … Continue reading

“She is fierce,” they say. “So is her daughter.” A lineage of strong women.
family / journey / life / parents / strong women / Uncategorized / women

“She is fierce,” they say. “So is her daughter.” A lineage of strong women.

My daughter rides Arabian horses. She’s been riding since she was 2 years old. She’s always been fearless… “like her mother”, they say. “She’s so tiny,” they say, “on such a large animal.” My daughter is a petite Spaniard, with the determination of her Russian Baba, who immigrated on a boat to Canada, pregnant with … Continue reading