Dear Trauma, By now we’re old friends. I know your moves, just as you know mine. I feel your heart race, your breath quicken. There you are, looking wildly for an exit. There you are, closing your eyes to block out the threat. There you are, fists up ready to fight. We start our dance,…
I make the drive to Rapid City once or twice a week. Usually I’m on my way to an appointment–here are therapists, doctors, tutors, hairstylists–or I’m running errands–here’s the Walmart, the Safeway, the library, the UPS store. But today’s trip is just for me. I’m driving 120 miles round-trip to get a cup of coffee,…
Top Ten Tuesday is a book meme hosted by The Broke and Bookish. Today’s topic represents a bit of a challenge for me, because developing new syllabi is part of my job. I teach Children’s Lit, Adolescent Lit, Contemporary Lit, British Lit, Graphic Novels, Composition, as well as a host of other courses. When I…
I’ve had this idea for a slice I want to write about mornings. I’ve started it a few times now. It’s supposed to be an easy piece that captures my favorite moment of the day. Brief. Sweet. The words need to skip across the page. Float. I see the piece like a butterfly, fluttering, airy,…
Ruth Ayres hosts a weekly celebration at her blog. I appreciate this invitation to reflect on the positives of my week. This week I’m celebrating my very favorite therapeutic parenting technique, outcrazying the crazy. It’s a technique I used a lot two or three years ago, but I haven’t used it recently. To be honest,…
Ruth Ayres hosts a weekly celebration on her blog. I appreciate this invitation to reflect on the positives of my week. It all started with Carol’s Summer Bucket List. My son was playing video games, the ever-present video games, and I was catching up on some blog reading. I exclaimed out loud over Carol’s goals…
