A few songs that run through my playlist on Sundays and throughout the week to remind me that I believe God's hand touches me and gives me strength to do all that I want and need to do.
The Lull of the Ocean
"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea." -e.e. cummings
The Parent Promise
Every teacher goes to their fair share of parent/teacher conferences. There are those that are very in and out, and then there are those that feel like they gut you. They are the ones that you sit or stand there and know that if something doesn't change with this child their road might end soon.… Continue reading The Parent Promise
Days Away
“Every person needs to take one day away. A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future. Jobs, family, employers, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our egos permit us to confess, they could exist eternally in our absence. Each person deserves a day away… Continue reading Days Away
The Best is Yet to Come
I was so excited to attend my first Harvard-Yale weekend since graduation. Ghana did not make it very conducive to going back my first year as an alum, and I had now not seen my college friends (minus about two) in about a year and a half. I kept telling my students all week how… Continue reading The Best is Yet to Come
Second Miracles
I read a passage from a Bible sermon the other day online. The passage came from the Gospel of Mark and described when Mary the mother of James, Mary Magdalene, and Salome went to Jesus tomb to put spices on his body. When they were walking there they asked themselves who would roll the rock… Continue reading Second Miracles
A Conversation
“Prayer is not asking. Prayer is putting oneself in the hands of God, at His disposition, and listening to His voice in the depth of our hearts.” ― Mother Theresa God only has three answers to prayer: Yes, not right now, or I have something better in store. It is a conversation above all… Continue reading A Conversation
When Standing on a Precipice, There are Unknown Arms Around You
(A creative conversation piece written with my dear friend and college roommate, Alexandra Wilcox) My mother weaves a beautiful bedtime story For her daughters as the lights dim at night Brave, bold, and beautiful Our voices rising strong above the waves I waited on the sidewalk until she ascended the steps Children happily… Continue reading When Standing on a Precipice, There are Unknown Arms Around You
How to Survive Those First 9 Weeks
Here I am on my bed, still in my work clothes from the day, with my hair in a messy ponytail, having just finished inputting and verifying all my grades for the first 9 weeks of the school year. And even my worn down state of sickness brought on in part by playing a little… Continue reading How to Survive Those First 9 Weeks
“The Art of Making Possible”
Earth could be fair. And you and I must be free Not to save the world in a glorious crusade Not to kill ourselves with a nameless gnawing pain But to practice with all the skill of our being The art of making possible. -Nancy Scheibner October has a reputation for being the bottom of… Continue reading “The Art of Making Possible”
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