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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My water bottle is covered in stickers. The students love to look at them, and so do I. Each one brings me joy. Side 1: Side 2: Side 3: I was stumped for what to write this morning, and then I looked at my water bottle and saw the Leslie Knope sticker with the quote,…
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“Your hold at the Miami Public Library is ready to borrow,” my Libby notification popped up, with a small photo of Onyx Storm. Yesssss! I whisper screamed, then remembered I was only 35% through Family Lore by Elizabeth Acevedo. I love Acevedo’s YA, and I was very excited to start her first novel for adults.…
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Disclaimer: I apologize for any psychosomatic itching that occurs upon reading this post. It’s Monday evening and I’m standing over the sink, a metal comb in my hand, iPad propped on the closed toilet seat as it plays mindless episodes of Love is Blind. I’ve been here before, many times. Combing my hair out to…
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Over the weekend, P and I watched Jojo Rabbit. We’d both seen it once before, and have been in somewhat of a historical film marathon, so it fit right in with the rest (although a much more — is “lighthearted” the word? — take). Taika Waititi’s film is funny and heartfelt and soul-filling, despite its…
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When I moved into my studio apartment last year, I didn’t have enough space for a dining table nor a desk. Instead, the large kitchen counter served as my everything station: meal prep, dining table, workstation. When we moved into our new apartment this August, we bought a second-hand table from a lovely couple and…
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Light sears through the edges of the blackout curtain, illuminating the room. The noise machine whirs and rises, then quiets — wave sounds. Our new air purifier hums softly, clearing allergens as we sleep. Phoebe lies between us, curled into the crook of your elbow, her nose breathing air out onto my face as we…
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I roll out my yoga mat and begin to reach skyward, leaning to one side as I stretch my arm overhead. I fold down, bending my knees and rolling back up slowly, vertebrate by vertebrate. When I stretch up a second time, I hear the pitter patter of her paws, the sound dampening as I…
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I have very vivid dreams. Very strange dreams, yet very vivid. “Last night I dreamt that we went to visit an apartment in Amsterdam that had two huge labrador retrievers, and there was this whole other side with an indoor balcony and a pool and arcade games! Oh, and it was also attached to a…
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Another morning of me lying in bed, heavy with exhaustion, hugging a pillow to my chest. I wake up desperate to pee, go to the bathroom, come back, see Phoebe is in my spot. “Oh, no you don’t,” I say, lifting her up and placing her back in her bed beneath the night stand. I…
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“Reading this makes me want to stop using my phone,” sighs A, “but then I don’t know, because my phone is so fun!” We’re reading an excerpt from the end of Kelly Yang’s book Finally Heard: “Essential Research on Social Media and Kids.” We finished watching Yang’s hilarious and informative video yesterday, and are adding…
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