My memories of that day in 2001 now have a counterweight to the more recent events of 2020.
Tag: politics
Picking Up Where We Left Off
I swear, my time away was by accident. I’m back now, after forever — although I’m not sure I’m ready. My hiatus from my tiny blog was more a product of overwhelm than any quieting of the soul, nurturing of the spirit. Kind of like hiding. This past January, we quickly made the decision to…
November Days of Gratitude: The Power of Voice and Exercising the Right to Vote
I teach English Language Arts to middle school children, but what I really teach children is how to find their voice. I teach them to not only perfect their voice in their writing, but to exercise their voice when they share with in partners and in whole-group discussions. In between the lines, I teach children…
An Insomniac’s Inventory (aka: My distracted mind)
I’m a worrier by nature — or maybe by nurture since I’m the oldest of my siblings and things when I was growing up weren’t always calm and idyllic. It doesn’t really matter why — only that I worry so others don’t have to. You’re welcome. But I worry over really stupid things (like did…
Random thoughts, which may be a product of a middle aged brain
I think I qualify as a middle aged woman. And then the thought crosses my mind that if that is so, I have plans to live well past 100. This morning, though, maybe because of middle age, my brain is hopping around randomly. So here goes . . . some random morning thoughts: I’m starting…
Rx: Grab your camera and go! (Write Every Day, 21)
Self-care in these perilous times, they tell us, is critical. The world — well, the US — seems to be falling apart into a political heap of turds and every day brings us closer to the demise of democracy. I make it a point to be in the fight, to write and call my reps,…
Did you move away from home? Did you go back? (Write Every Day #11)
Before you read this post, take a look at this article about “Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay.” I was one of those who left. Packed up, headed out. Across the country. Away from my hometown, which was more suburban than rural, but I am a late Boomer. It’s kind of what we did. It…
Oh, the Nit Wits! Don’t let the cute picture of the dog fool you. (Write Every Day #6)
This is why I get stuck on what to write: the dog peed everywhere, just before I had my first cup of coffee; my daughter discovered she has a mild case of lice (eww, ick — they are sneaky, insidious creatures so we have to go into full combat mode); and I feel like the…
Please Pardon Our Distraction (Write Every Day #4)
My morning quiet. I cherish it. It’s in the quiet of daybreak that I can think . . . and it’s the best time for me to write. If I don’t write as I sip that first cup of morning coffee, the noise of the day gets too loud and pulls me away from that…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 