Tag Archives: artist
Fred
My dad said that when he ran track that everyone called him Freddie. I don’t know when it happened, but I am pretty sure it was sometime around 2007, when students started calling me Fred. I don’t really like it, … Continue reading
Sweet Sixteen
It’s quite possible that the person that invented the phrase sweet sixteen meant it as an oxymoron. In my experience sixteen has a temper and is a little moody. It’s May 17th and you, my birthday girl, my only girl, … Continue reading
Suck it UP
Lizzie’s commitment to volleyball has started to rub off on me in unexpected ways (I watched Aaron Rodgers make two hail mary passes and even though I had to Google “hail mary pass” I can now say I have officially watched … Continue reading
Quinn’s Song
Lately, when I tuck Quinn in bed, I sing to him. Sean’s been working all night and the older kids tend to be plugged in or never around (or, sigh, living in Seattle), so there are no critics to be … Continue reading
Blink While You Breathe
I have just settled into my seat at Starbucks with the plan of a 2.5 hour grading session while Lizzie is at practice. This image of the kids popped up on my screen. I scrolled to a similar one of them … Continue reading
In Protest of the Pizza Fundraiser
Putting the fun in fundraiser. Continue reading
Crying at Walgreens
“Woah, money won’t do the trick, but it will help. Still, we won’t need it to turn things around.” -The Avett Brothers When I was twenty-four and pregnant with Luke, I supplemented my crap teaching salary by working after school in a … Continue reading
Dream a Little Dream of Me
Luke left home and I didn’t tell you. I left you hanging. I forgot, somehow, to mention that I cried all the way to the airport (tears triggered by this hug goodbye to Quinn): I cried so much when we … Continue reading
Young Arts and My Covered Buttons
I was in fourth grade when my teacher, Sr. Joan, told me that the art of growing up meant learning to “cover your buttons.” She also told me that getting my period would mean that for the rest of my … Continue reading
Good to You
“We were together. I forget the rest.” -Walt Whitman We have been in school for two months now and it feels like a year already. Two months without drawing or writing or baking. Two months of chasing in a city that … Continue reading
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