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Saturday, November 1. For obvious reasons, Conlin was Jesus for Halloween. It's possible he got a bit. Carried away because he repeatedly sent me pictures of him in stoic poses with captions of the like: "Repent ye sinner." I was Heisenberg from Breaking Bad. Which led to a possibly offensive moment where Conlin, er, Jesus. Blessed me to, you know, save Heisenberg's soul. So happy Halloween from our politically incorrect family to yours. Here is a thought I had whilst passing out candy: I feel a fundamen...
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be my therapist: Our Story
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A [hopefully] non cliche version coming soon. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I can’t stand that all the stories I’ll want to tell you Will have to be whispered to the sky Instead of into your ear And I ca. Over and Over Again. If we hear something over and over again, it becomes normal. Repetition, expertly applied, becomes a sleeping pill, a chemical desi. To My Students, Whom I Love. I am about to proffer a smattering of advice and thoughts. I know, I know. Who am I to offer advice? This post is brought t...
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be my therapist: Oh, School.
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Thursday, August 21. My reaction to the first days of school is basically exclamation points and italics. Of the good variety. I am deliriously excited about all things school and I think. My excitement is grounded in logical reasons and is not an inexplicable reaction to no sleep and birth control. We've laughed, read, written, discussed. It's been dreamy. And I know, I know.there's still time for them to turn on me. But I'm just going to let my inner optimist have this one. And that's when I realized m...
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be my therapist: AROUND HERE
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Saturday, November 29. This post is brought to you by an inexplicable Marie Calendar's pie in the oven, a pair of very comfortable spandex capris, and something verging on boredom (a winning Saturday night combo, if I may say so myself)(and I may). The pie is inexplicable because shouldn't I be sick of pie by now? And also I'm home alone. While we're discussing my health, the last month has been quite the back and forth. Bursts of spin classes and vitamins followed swiftly by pizza and mini candy bars.
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be my therapist: To My Students, Whom I Love
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Tuesday, May 19. To My Students, Whom I Love. I am about to proffer a smattering of advice and thoughts. I know, I know. Who am I to offer advice? It comes down to this:. Imperfection does not negate the value of one’s words. Imperfection is at the core of the human experience and our stories, our truths, are all worth sharing. Even the silly, imperfect ones. So, from one imperfect soul to another, here are some of my truths:. 1 To truly love, you must be willing to fail, to crumble, to cry. They’r...
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Monday, January 19. A decidedly unremarkable picture to start us off]. Is it normal to love your job so much you get stomachaches because you can't stop thinking about it? And is it weird to be grateful for those stomachaches? And will I consider this all a big metaphor about parenthood someday? The thing about my job is this:. What makes me a better teacher makes me a better human. Perhaps I will return with more words another day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Over and Over Again. This summer has...
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be my therapist: SHE
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Sunday, April 12. I debated whether or not to share this piece. Like John Green says in Paper Towns. It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined." These words may only assist in your, "misimagining" of me, but bottling words seems to ensure misinterpretation. And none of us can live fully if our behaviors hinge solely on what people will make of them. We. Have to make something of ourselves. Every Last. Word. Letting the...
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be my therapist: About
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I love words and occasionally share some of my own. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I can’t stand that all the stories I’ll want to tell you Will have to be whispered to the sky Instead of into your ear And I ca. Over and Over Again. If we hear something over and over again, it becomes normal. Repetition, expertly applied, becomes a sleeping pill, a chemical desi. To My Students, Whom I Love. I am about to proffer a smattering of advice and thoughts. I know, I know. Who am I to offer advice? This post is bro...
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