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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The first day of Daylight Savings isn’t what gets me. (And did you know it’s just “Daylight Saving”? But so many of us add the “s” to the end. It feels strange in my mouth to say it the “correct” way.) What gets me is the second day. On Sunday, due to a late night…
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In September, not too long after my car accident, I scheduled an eye exam that had been on my list for a while. Both of my parents wear glasses, but my sister, Tillie, and I had never needed them. My dad has had a few eye problems throughout his life, including cataracts and a detached…
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I’ve lost my streak of writing one day ahead because I wrote two slices on Wednesday and got to schedule two days ahead, then didn’t slice yesterday, grateful for the cushion. But that means I’m stuck here with a loss of what to write! I almost starting slicing about my love of musicals (we saw…
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5:58. I know it will be close to 6 before I even reach my arm out to tap my phone screen. It’s Friday morning and I’m tired. Not just the exhaustion of a long week but exhaustion from a late night. Doing what, you might ask? Nothing out of the ordinary! No late-night Thursday parties…
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Every day I take Phoebe out for a couple of walks to loop around our block. Though our building’s entrance sits on a loud, busy two-way street (with a 40 mph speed limit!), our balcony looks out over a quaint neighborhood where kids ride their bikes alone and locals go for jogs and house cats…
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“Amy, Dev, Mer, can you hang back at the end of the call?” Rafa asked before the rest of the team jumped off. Our colleagues logged off and I settled into my chair. “Amy, I asked you to stay back just for a minute to clarify one thing about L’s Ecuador itinerary,” Rafa started, with…
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I woke up, again, without any idea of what to slice about. This is going to be harder than I thought. (But I guess that’s why they call it a challenge!) I told P last night that I missed the spontaneity of in-person work, how slices really do just appear when you are interacting with…
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I arrive 10 minutes early and the class is already packed. Yoga mats are squeezed up against each other, just a hand’s width apart. Five in each of what looks like seven or eight rows. “Hi sweetheart,” the instructor, Susie, says to me as I carefully enter the room. “Find a sticker and center it…
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Day two and I’m already scrambling for what to write. I could probably wait until inspiration hits today, but I’ve decided instead to participate in the monthly REPORT trend — first seen as a leftover slice idea on Elisabeth’s blog. My coworker, Teghan, also does a sort of monthly round-up on her Substack, Field Notes,…
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P’s phone buzzes, and I shut my eyes tighter. Sleep still has its arms wrapped around me, my head heavy, my body warm under the covers. It buzzes again. What time is it? I whine inside my head. I roll over and tap on my phone screen: 6:48am. Ugh. A Saturday morning when I might…
Writing With Abandon 