Month: January 2018

As I quickly learned, cleaning out your closet feels a lot like digging something up. I had long-ago dropped the former-teacher narrative: not the story of my time as an early education teacher, but the tale of my quitting of the field -- and quitting far too late, when the burnout had left indelible grit… Continue reading Just Not-Bad Enough →

I have this little notebook — one of those impulse purchases from Marshall’s or TJMaxx, one of their cute & quirky notebooks the aisle over from the cute & quirky household goods — with the words Follow Your Bliss on the front.  I can’t tell you exactly when I got it; only that it was… Continue reading Follow Your Bliss →

It was inspired by the influx of my childhood toys. My childhood belongings.  Their exodus a complex story in and of itself, one that -- like many other portions of my narrative -- will someday get its moment in the spotlight after enough emotional distance has been established.  But, for now, we'll skip to the… Continue reading Too Strong for The Role →