"Are you my mother? You are not my mother. You are a scary Snort!"
Every Christmas since maybe my college years, perhaps my mid-20s, my dad has ended the gift opening/exchange with a treasure hunt. Each family member has a stocking that contains a clue/riddle. We have to figure out the hiding place of the next clue which may or may not have a present with it. Typically, the… Continue reading Treasure Hunt
The holidays are upon on which means crowded stores, lots of lights, the repetitive play of all the festive music and school's out! Being an early childhood teacher, we typically get the short end of the stick as it relates to our school calendar. Because of the service we provide, we are not able to… Continue reading Christmas Blues?
So I just missed the deadline for the 30th day of #bloglikecrazy 😢 It crossed my mind while I was at the dress rehearsal for the Brown Sugar Nutcracker but I just knew I would get home in time to crank this last one out. Ah well! It's been a very long day from a… Continue reading Ah man! #bloglikecrazy Day 30
My mom offered to gift me a coat for Christmas. I picked out one, actually 2 I wanted. She told me to order what I wanted. Once I was able to finally narrow it down, the one I wanted was sold out in the color and size I wanted and needed. Last night she suggested… Continue reading The Art of Avoidance
I vividly remember the night I sat on my parents' bed, rocking my niece to sleep, watching the news of the murder of a young teenager Black boy wearing a hoodie, clutching a bag of skittles. In my mind, I tried to visualize the scene. How fast was the boy walking? What song was playing… Continue reading What should Dreamers do
It happened either on my way into work this morning or while I was sitting during my break time. It is a thought that has become quite common with me these days, "I really do love my job. I really do love teaching." However, during the last few hours of my shift today, I was… Continue reading Humble Beginnings
I love sleep. Who doesn't? Well, I actually have an old friend, who I met in college, and told me sleep is overrated and I wondered if our friendship would last after such an outlandish statement. Nonetheless, while I yawn as I type, sleep loves me. I understand the importance of sleep - rest, reset,… Continue reading One thing I do Love