Here’s what they didn’t tell you

They didn’t tell you how fun blogging could be. How excited you would be when you got your first comment, when you saw your name on someone’s blogroll, when you plucked out a handful of words from the vast English language to make sentence you were proud to write. A sentence that you would re-read because you loved it so much, a sentence that would ring in your head and roll off your tongue like poetry. No, they didn’t tell you that.

They didn’t tell you about the community. My word, the community. The people you would meet, the friends …READ MORE

The good, the bad & the irrational anger

Confession: I haven’t really liked myself lately.

This has nothing to do with my hair not cooperating or the fact that my favorite fall clothes are not fitting the way I like. It’s more than that. It’s less than that. I haven’t liked my attitude lately. And by that I mean, if I could figure out a painless way to curb stomp some sense into me, I would.

I’ve been sleeping well. I’ve been visiting friends. I’ve been working regularly. I’ve been running and reading and writing in my journal. I’ve been taking my vitamins, deep conditioning my hair, remembering …READ MORE

Whoomp there it is, I thought you knew

Let me just say, the title of this post has nothing to do with the content. I just have had that song in my head for the last 3 days and felt the urge to share it with the masses.

You are welcome.

Despite all the evidence to the contrary, I’ve been feeling funky lately. Not “so cool, I’m DC Brain Supreme!” funky, but like “what’s the point of showering and do I really have to get out of bed?” funky.

I blame this on a lot of things- not having a teaching job again for the fall (hello broken …READ MORE

Here I Am.

I never wanted to be that blogger who has a google reader number that’s closer to a thousand than zero, but here I am.

I never wanted to be the daughter who would avoid her fathers calls, but here I am.

I never wanted to be a teacher who uses stickers as bribes when she’s at the end of her rope and thinking of tying a noose, but here I am.

I never wanted to be the person who started off every sentence ” I’m so exhausted I can’t…”, but here I am.

I never wanted to be person who …READ MORE