The body that gave birth to my daughter

It’s a dance party on one on the many corona nights. Well past ten, past eleven, usually all three kids in bed, but now there is not much of a bed time. I’m trying to get 10000 steps a day within 100 meters. Doesn’t work. Then I try an exercise class, camera off, just knowing…

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Time to bake and cook

My job as an elementary art teacher is both rewarding and many times exhausting. Most of my breakfasts consist of a granola bar and a banana. My lunches are usually a boring sandwich, with trips to the school vending machine for chips and a candy bar. Dinners are occasionally satisfying, but lots of times I’d…

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I lost my Art Club

As an elementary art teacher, my days are packed, and I work around people all day. From the minute I get to my school at 7am, until I leave by 3 or 4pm I engage with other teachers, parents, administrators, and most of all, young people. I’ve been teaching elementary art at the same school…

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Just feeling lost

It comes in waves. Like bobbing out past the breakers in a summer ocean you smile or laugh because you can’t let yourself think of what might be unseen below and behind you. Staring back at the shoreline filled with baking crowds who are also ignoring the hidden depths that pour out into the horizon…

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Self-Delusion

I used to stay busy to distract myself from thinking about unsavory truths about my life. I was always too busy to be a super attentive friend, too busy to take time for myself, too busy hustling to make things that I wanted to work on. Now I’ve run out of excuses. There’s nothing but…

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