We are our worst critics. I know this to be true. However, the camera doesn't lie. Photos taken of me before last nights dinner dance brilliantly show the bits of dark chocolate I've reached for during the work day in the past many months. The … [Continue reading]
When I was young, I was taught to treat others as I wished to be treated. I was told that this "golden rule" would insure that people would treat me well. Growing up, I learned this to be not quite as true as I had hoped. Yet, I continue to strive to … [Continue reading]
Final exams are now behind us and YaYa's gown now hangs in the spare bedroom awaiting the big day. It's been a long journey up to this juncture in his education filled with angst and drama, struggle and lost sleep. More times than I can count, I have … [Continue reading]
Finally, I sit down to chip away at the required reading for my next teacher training and my efforts are completely derailed. YaYa's only request was for help with his closing paragraph. It seemed simple enough. We opened the document together and I … [Continue reading]
It's only Wednesday, but the week has already begun to wear on me. I woke up to the chime of myMAN's alarm and suddenly realized it was not Saturday. Not good. After he left (or maybe before), the disappointment of a stiffer and stiffer body started … [Continue reading]