Morning Conversations 

Sometimes, Monday mornings are rough. You know, rolling out of bed groggy while attempting to re-establish weekday routines. Playing out the idea of hooky on a Monday inside your head.  Wishing to sink back into your pillow. Little things can feel rushed Monday morning. Like, conversations with your three-year-old. (Almost four-year-old).    Over peanut-buttered-jelly toast…

Publishing. 

So, I’m finally gearing up to publish the children’s story I wrote & illustrated two years ago.   Going Through a Maze.     When I was writing this story my father was diagnosed with cancer. And actually, it wasn’t a story it was a poem.   My father even had the opportunity to read that…

You’re right–we all have wishes.

I know that usually on Friday’s I post a curriculum piece, but something else is on my mind. Today marks 3 months since my father’s passing. Dear Dad, My mind is flooding with memories of you, like when you were bent on the ground smelling different soaps and lotions from under the sink with McKinley….

The Circle of Life: Infancy & Death

I’ve neglected my readers for far to long now.  I apologize for that and am ready to get back into the swing of things.  Since my last post– dad passed away.  And McKinley is now 18-months-old stringing words along– “bye-bye dada” and “uh-oh meme.” Life is full circle.  I’ve heard it a million times and…

Backseat

I waited impatiently for the phone to ring. And when it finally did my mother’s somber voice didn’t prepare me.  Even when something is anticipatory it still comes as a f-cking shock. My dad had gone in for an MRI of his brain. Everyone told us it was probably nothing. We expected his cognitive issues…