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Rejecting the Way of Caesar
Confession: I don’t actually like politics. There was a time in my childhood that I considered being a lawyer, a judge, a politician, the President. But I quickly got bored with all the posturing and empty rhetoric that honestly didn’t make any sense to me and seemed like a whole big hullabaloo that complicated life, made people easily offended […]
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The Good Cafe Window Seat
sitting at a window looking outside before the day runs into itself. and it’s not particularly gorgeous or spectacular, there’s nothing fancy about this seat, or my hair, or my naked unmade-up face, my thin eyes— in fact, the barista looked at me sympathetically as I rubbed my eyes and said, “caffeine, you need […]
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Favorite Poetry: One
I know National Poetry Month was last month, but… any day is always a good day to sink into the beauty of an exquisitely crafted arrangement of words. Here are some lines of poetry that I love, in no particular order. from “When You Are Old” by William Butler Yeats But one man loved the pilgrim soul […]
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My Name
Last week I taught a poetry workshop to a group of amazing 6th graders at Heninger Elementary School in Santa Ana. We explored identity through Sandra Cisneros’ piece “My Name” from her novella The House on Mango Street. The irony of the fact that I had not, actually, written my own identity piece even as I was encouraging and […]
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For Those Falling Down the Rabbit Hole [or, To Growing]
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The ground beneath my feet Has fallen out from under me Suddenly, it dropped Like a vicious joke, a magician’s trick and poof I’m free falling; I’m Alice-in-the-rabbit-hole Not knowing where or when–or if–I’ll land. I frantic look left look right But they keep their hands raised and faces Exultant, turned to God and away […]
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Finding the Mr. Wrongs
Confession: In early 2015, I had an active Tinder account for roughly 2 weeks. I’ll wait till the shock and/or hysterical laughter subsides…yes yes, funny, yes…mmhmm….yup, great, ok, yes, thank you, thank you, settle down now, folks, settle down. Ahem. No, I wasn’t ignorant to the fact that people criticize Tinder as the online “hookup” dating […]
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God Only Knows What I’d Do
without them: These are my amazing, adorable, supportive, inspiring, noble, courageous, fun, virtuous, generous, compassionate, patient, long-suffering, God-loving, and loving parents. God only knows what I’d do without them. I mean, I literally wouldn’t be here without them (wah-wah). But seriously. Through my awkward childhood, rebellious teens, destructive & turnaround twenties, stabilizing & getting awesomer current thirties…they […]
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Being Brave & Other Things, According to 3rd Graders
A few Saturdays ago, a couple of my 3rd graders and I had a pre-reading discussion for The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamillo, which is a tale about a very brave mouse, a lovely princess, a sad king, an unfortunate rat, and a homely girl who just wants to be loved. To begin the discussion, I asked […]
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Hand-picking the Devil
Then Jesus shocked them with these words: “I have hand-picked you to be my twelve, knowing that one of you is the devil.” Jesus was referring to Judas, the locksmith, son of Simon, for he knew that Judas, one of his chosen disciples, was getting ready to betray him. […]
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Vocabulary Review
L’s deliberations: On “Activities for Which You Have a Flair” Watching horror movies. Talking with someone I don’t know. Playing pickleball. On “Examples of Being Inept” Falling off while dancing. Missing the ball when juggling. On “Skills that Small Children Can Become Adept At” Imagining fairy tales. Playing with toys. Making their parents laugh. […]
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