“Never
Forget." It’s a thoughtful phrase of solidarity that unites
us all in compassion, care, patriotism, and love. A phrase that has an impact
on Americans that makes us feel strong, brave, comforted in our shared grief
and perseverance. We are “One Nation, Under God” and forever we shall be.
But today it feels
inadequate. I live 30 minutes outside of Manhattan, 4 hours from our nation’s
capital, just over an hour from Pennsylvania and work...
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Thursday, September 11, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
One year ago today I woke up with a song of determined hope
in my heart that, against all odds, we would hit water in the stubborn ground
of the village of Lomas del Pansillo; because I was not more sure of anything
else than my uncontested belief that our God is a God of miracles.
One year ago today I was kneeling on Nicaraguan ground,
with empty, mud-caked hands raised praying for God to shatter the earth below
our feet.
One year ago today I was sitting at the controls of a drill
rig humming, Hosanna, save us,
because we needed a savior...
Sunday, March 9, 2014
It's so crazy how time can get away from us. I feel like it was just yesterday that Sam and I were freaking out about how we were probably going to fail out of grad school because all we had been doing day-in and day-out was watching the Olympics. Honestly, I'm still not sure how any of my work got done those two weeks. Anyway, when I looked at my phone today and saw the date, I realized that the Olympics were one month ago. One whole month. Can...
Sunday, February 16, 2014
It should be of no surprise to anyone who follows me on literally any form of social media or has interacted with me in the past week that I am completely addicted to the Olympic games. I work it in to practically every conversation, I haven't seen an channel other than an NBC affiliate in over a week, and I recite off facts like I have been studying Olympic athletes and not American Politics for the past year and a half.
There is something...
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Yesterday while I was overseeing third graders decorate bags to hold all of the Valentine's they would receive tomorrow, I had an epiphany. I realized that in elementary school we learn something so valuable through Valentine's Day that we end up forgetting as we get older and supposedly wiser.
We learn that we have more than enough love within us to give out to everyone we meet.
Think about it. You go to the store with your mom or dad (or whatever grown up takes care of you, as we say in school now) and stand in the aisle of boxed valentines...
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
My alarm goes off at 4:30 a.m. and my eyes snap open. Alert, but not quite ready to go. Paralyzed is more accurate. From the minute I wake up my day's agenda starts reeling through my mind. Bar Method 5:30-6:30, shower and get ready, sub at middle school half day 7:55 - 11:30, eat lunch, drive to campus (pick up rechargeable batteries on the way), read and write short reflection for class 2-3, meeting with Priya 3-4, meeting in COP 4-5, class (stop and grab something to go for dinner first. Oh, and coffee, always coffee) 5:30-8.
Super organized,...
Monday, November 4, 2013
Today is supposed to be Music Monday. Well, I don't feel like writing today. Blogging is hard.
Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to write. Sometimes I feel like I have too much to write. Sometimes I feel like this just isn't the right platform for what I really want to write.
Then there are days where I spend four straight hours on a project proposal, rationale, and annotated list of 30 historical fiction books for second graders and feel like I get a free pass on being productive for the rest of the day. Unrealistic? A cop-out? Maybe. But...
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