I am not sure I want biological children of my own I love being an aunt. I am terrible and know better but spoiling them is one of my favorite things. I love being a teacher, and I think that I am good at it. I want more freedom in my life. I am a…
Tag: why
No other choice
My blog posts have most recently focused on the act of writing. Writing is one of my survival mechanisms to resist the collective failures of our world. We all need survival escape hatches, because failure is not a healthy paradigm by which to view the world. We have no other choice but to survive, struggle…
fear of mediocrity
I was a mediocre photographer. It was one of my creative outlets when I was younger, an outlet I thought could perhaps be refined and polished. I took a few great photographs, but I could not be consistent nor obsessive in the necessary way an artist must be. I learned the core components of a…
the joy of sentences
A writer wants to work with words. A writer finds struggle and joy in using words. I was full of doubt, anxiety, fret, and uncertainty when I went off to a writing retreat for a week. I kept torturing myself with just one word “writer”. What did it mean to be a writer? Why bother…
public impotence yet aroused by tragedy porn
Things I have learned this week through simply a cursory read of my Facebook feed and pre-chewed news sites.: Israel is invading Gaza, once again the Ukraine has weapons, one strong enough that is took down a commercial airplane on that plane were key researchers trying to solve the riddle of HIV/AIDS Tracy Morgan is…
renew
this domain name has been renewed for another year. i am making a commitment to continue this experiment, to continue to battle collective failures, and seek for something more…
Another voice the abyss
This site is a way for me to discover myself as a writer and observer of the world. I am a teacher, so thinking I know best is what I have a license in. But my intention is to move beyond my prescribed life and delve into more that lives on the outskirts and isthmus’…
bad driving and other privileges
I am a bad driver. Not a dangerous driver, not a speed demon, or someone who does not know how to use blinkers. My driving is generally good, unfortunately with driving it is the little moments that lower your overall score. I sometimes fail to check my blind spot when merging. I honk when a…
inspired by friends
but i wanted to let you know that that that was one of the most beautiful emails i have ever received…Have you ever thought of writing a novel? I just found this in an old email. I was searching back to find some of the details and thinking from the time my first story takes…
collective redemption (repost from the beginning)
the essence of what I am writing here I had started this blog with just my name, but it is not about me as a person, is about me as a thinking, observing participant in our world. Collective failure was going to be my first entry. And it seems like quite a depressing a notion….
what could be a bigger downer than “failure”
I had started this blog with just my name, but it is not about me as a person, my writing here is meant to be me as a thinking, observing participant in our world. Collective failure was going to be my first entry, which seemed like a terribly depressing notion. I’d pondered, “will I simply…
what is collective failure
Why write? I teach, I live among curious, thinking, learning creatures that make my mind spin. It is a good spin, it keeps my mind sharp. But sometimes there are observations that I need to share, outside of my mind. And most of that has to do with how we, as a society, have failed…
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