Six degrees and volcanic activity in Santa Fe, New Mexico

Seems like I’ve been gone from my blog for forever. Sometimes you need to step off, regroup. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but sometimes, you just have nothing to say. Better to remain silent. I went back to work full-time in January, adopting a 7th grade class whose teacher resigned over the…

Women’s March 2018: Oakland, CA

We marched a year ago across the country — and around the world. I had flown to DC as had hundreds of thousands. This year, I stuck closer to home, but in the intervening year, I have continued to protest and march against an administration that seems to only care for the very rich, the…

Just a Blog Away: Fishermen and Poets

There is so much creativity and wonder out there in the blogging world and I need to grab more of it in 2018.  That’s one of my goals for the new year. I don’t make resolutions because resolutions are notoriously bad at holding up over time. Goals, though, are doable. Specific. They can be tracked…

November Days of Gratitude: The Camera in My Pocket

My Visual Evolution Images used to rattle around in my brain. I’d take great pains to collect them like seashells or pebbles from the beach, clenched fingers holding tight, spilling some here or there, trying to remember and savor all I’d seen. Back then, a bulky camera would weigh down my shoulders; few images would…

November Days of Gratitude: When one day rolls into the next

My days of gratitude, in and of themselves, have been something to give thanks for.  They have centered me, grounded me to the blessings in my life. It has been a slowing down of the crazy pace we’ve accepted as “normal” and given me time to reflect.  Mostly.  Except yesterday — when I had to…

November Days of Gratitude: The dog that rescued us

I’ve started this three times already because Toby, our yellow lab, makes it very clear that he belongs only to Husband, and I’ve wondered if I can express what he means to the rest of us. He’s a one-person kind of dog; he tolerates, and sometimes loves the rest of us, yet he is easy…

A Photo a Day: The Day when Grades are Due

Report cards are done for the quarter.  All afternoon, I wrestled with grades, reflecting on my role in how well or not well my kids performed, reflecting on lessons won and lessons less than. Hitting the submit button isn’t as much the end of the quarter as it is the set of directions on a…