Instant gratification… every answer literally at our fingertips… We need not retain or think or reflect or discover and when we do, there’s often some glorious person, standing on the sidelines, judging us as weird or a know-it-all or special for having a deep interest, a passion, as sense of curiosity. I’m reminded of mic-drop… Continue reading Default: I Don’t Know
Loyal readers know by now that I’m the main point of contact for a volunteer animal rescue organization called the Long Island Rabbit Rescue Group. Earlier this week, we received a remarkable number of emails from people who are looking to get rid of their rabbits. We call this rehoming, but that’s often a soft… Continue reading A Problem & A Fix
Summer Denise is a legend in her own mind. I go back to work Tuesday and by Wednesday afternoon, it will feel like we never left… but for the first time in my recollection, I really feel restored, renewed and rested. Yes, it is possible to have two months off from the day job and… Continue reading Back to Ms. B
Get ready for one of the most ridiculous anecdotes I’ve ever shared with you. You know how there’s always one kid who accidentally calls the teacher “mom” and then gets teased about it for at least the rest of the school year? In 14 years of teaching, I’ve never been called mom. But about 6… Continue reading Mr. Denise
I’ve nicknamed the school at which I teach “Happy High School,” not to be derisive—it’s truly a happy little place. I’ve been there 11 years. On average there is one fight a year, sometimes in the cafeteria, sometimes in the hallway. Just a one-on-one exchange, not some sort of organized rumble. That one fight usually… Continue reading Power & Respect
Why… because I can’t not. Ooooooooo the English teacher just rocked a double negative! Because I don’t define myself as an English teacher. I am not my job. But society will try to force you into labeling and identifying as what you do. That never sat right with me and, for years, I wouldn’t tell… Continue reading Why. My Young Living Story.
Half of my back is covered with an octopus tattoo. He’s reaching up at an anchor that is donned with a crown. I had the anchor and crown done in November 2011. The octopus came to life over several sessions spanning from February to August 2018. It was only today when I realized what it… Continue reading Eight Arms
For the longest time, I wouldn’t tell people I was a teacher. There were just some things about the job (or at least how I was doing the job) that didn’t align with whom I feel I am.
My business mentor the incomparable MP reminds us often to “keep the main thing the main thing.” If you’re a loyal reader, you know what’s at the center of my vision board that hangs above the center of my desk. If you’re new here, I won’t keep you in the metaphorical dark. At the center… Continue reading Linus
In late June 2014, I wrote a note in my phone of three simple “I am” statements to set the tone for my summer. Pushing aside the millions of things to get done and ways to make two months off from the day job count, I set these “I am” statements at the core of… Continue reading Retreat Yourself