Not many people would describe me as cautious, hesitant, or indecisive; even fewer would describe me as fearful. But on this Sunday morning, this is my current state. I saw a photo of my profile. It was taken 7 years ago by a student in my new-hire class. Ever since then, I have been focusedContinue reading “Exploring a new emotion, fear.”
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The Ladder Has Only a Few Rungs
On a Saturday morning in January, I realized that the rungs on my life ladder are running low. I can’t get a kitten because I could outlive it. Waiting for the right time never comes. “Mom, can I drop off the kids? Can you pick up? Tracey, can you read this over for me? DownContinue reading “The Ladder Has Only a Few Rungs”
Earning my terrorist title
On Saturday, October 18, 2025, 7 million people stood up and sent a message to our President. It was the largest protest in the county’s history. There was no reported evidence of unlawful behavior, yet we were labeled as terrorists by the administration. I wonder if adding that to my resume would give me aContinue reading “Earning my terrorist title”
Life Lessons in Middle School
There were so many reasons to stay silent. It is easy; your social status remains unchanged, and you still get invited to the party. But at this point in my life, I don’t care if I am asked to those parties. One of the most profound experiences a child can face is the sting ofContinue reading “Life Lessons in Middle School”
Smoke and mirrors
My father told me to never accept a counteroffer when resigning from a job. For decades, I followed his advice until I didn’t. I was happy in my current role, but recent management changes had left me with an uneasy feeling. As luck would have it, I was recruited by a former manager for aContinue reading “Smoke and mirrors”
Searching for answers, delivered with respect
Mothers know a car is the best place to have a serious conversation. “Can we go into the vault”? Ashton asked as she drove out of the parking lot after Mother’s Day breakfast. “I have something to tell you. I have not even told my sisters because I want you to hear it from meContinue reading “Searching for answers, delivered with respect”
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