Writing With Abandon
Reflections and ramblings about life as an educator, writer, reader, knitter, and over-thinker. Trying to do the writing only I can do.
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If a writing teacher were to come up to me right now, 8:17pm on a Tuesday night, 28th slice of 31, ask me the magic words: “How’s it going?” If it were I in the writer’s seat, pen in hand, notebook open before me, I would reply: “Not well.” “Not well?” “I can’t think of…
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Today M picked up sudoku as an early finishers after math, settling in next to me as he worked through it. It was his second time attempting the puzzle, as the first time he didn’t quite understand how it worked. Today, he was ready to try again, determined. I could see the gears grinding in…
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I had different plans for this slice (or did I? It’s 5:40pm on a Sunday and I am tired and ready to get out of the house for a walk or a run before I settle in for the evening), but then I read Elisabeth’s wonderful slice about commenting! As a first time slicer, the…
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Waking up before the city on a weekend morning, the only light coming from the glow of the TV, aerial view left on hovering over bridges cars, mountains. Outside, dark, sun still sleeps, car headlights glow as they take workers to weekend jobs, partiers home from a long night out. You tossed and turned in…
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When my husband and I got married, my brother-in-law (a florist), gifted us a beautiful fiddle leaf fig tree. Unfortunately, our third floor apartment didn’t get enough sun (despite its huge windows), and the tree’s leaves started to brown and fall off, until suddenly it was naked — just a couple of branches with some leaf…
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Yesterday I went on a run for the first time since my vertigo started (which is gone, people! Hallelujah!). The weather was perfect — 70, low humidity. Daylight Savings has the sun setting at 7:30pm now, so it was all blue and pink skies as I left off at 7. I opened up Spotify and…
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Today my mom and my sister visited my grandparents’ home in Philadelphia to go through and gather the final things we want to keep before saying goodbye to the apartment. Tillie sent me some photos along with this letter my grandfather sent to my grandmother. It’s clearly from before they were married, and it makes…
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I love teaching, I really do, but it is certainly a draining career. The pandemic really shook things up for me in terms of realizing how the boundary between work and home was nonexistent. The past two years have been much better, but as someone with multiple interests, hobbies, and talents, I still find myself…
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Have you ever gone to a grocery store on a Saturday or Sunday morning, soon after it opens? That’s my favorite time to get the weekly shopping done. Everyone in the city is in bed still, sleeping the night’s antics away, while I arrive on the scene to encounter fully stocked fridges and shelves, aisles…
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