Points of the compass, board-walk, seats by Robin Webster is licensed under CC-BY-SA 2.0* My daughter still complains about her new life in the group home every time I visit her. “I don’t like that I have to wait when I have to go to the bathroom,”...
truckload household goods being moved by Library of Congress is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0 I thought it would take just two months for me to find some kind of balance and for Rhia to settle into her new life at the group home. What is two months of respite compared to...
The change is monumental but it is measured in minutiae. Taking down my fragile blue glasses from the top shelf where the wine glasses are kept. Leaving the dishes I used to cook dinner on the countertop, including the knives. Walking away from a pile of laundry on...
I am staring at the twinkling lights hanging from my ceiling. Iridescent stars reflect rainbows as they shimmy in the warmth of the heater. More stars drape the doors and windows. I love the effect and wonder how long they’ll stay up before dust makes them sag....
My lungs burn from fighting the screams. My fingers pulse from the rush of blood through my arteries. Tears press my eyes as I fight for control. Fight the rage. Don’t let it consume me. I walk. I pace. I clean my house. I clench my jaw until my teeth beg for...
my new classroom: a desk, a laptop and a blue background to hide my messy room Welcome to teaching in 2020. The photo above is my new classroom, which is a corner of my bedroom, where I spent 6 hours a day, 5 days a week. In this little corner, I sat at my desk and...
