We Weren’t Ready (for snow)

Almost died. Getting my hair done today. It snowed. Here in SW Virginia. We weren’t ready. Apparently. I spent the brunt of the snow at my old house. Now my kids’ house. While they were off producing an entire human. Arguably the cutest human ever produced. Maybe even cuter than me. Possibly. So I got … Continue reading We Weren’t Ready (for snow)

Just Another Day

Damn. Y’all wasn’t playin. About just walking into 2022 quietly. Sitting down. And not touching nothin. Usually I wake up to a flood of happy new year messages and texts and snaps and voicemails. And yes. I wake up to them. Y’all know I’m not staying up till midnight willingly. For any reason. Except to … Continue reading Just Another Day

Winter Break Rule

Rule number one of Winter Break: don’t get sick until school starts back. I don’t know how I broke rule number one. Or why. But I am sick. Like, deathly sick. Some of y’all flippantly calling it a “head cold.” But nah. This is… There is this massive pressure behind my eyes. Threatening to just … Continue reading Winter Break Rule

Still Not a Real Mountain Biker

I’ve been told you’re not a real mountain biker. Until you wreck. And despite my desperate need to be included. My every instinct. When mountain biking. Or lifing. Is to not wreck. So, I spent Sunday running Hay Rock. I didn’t want to. I didn’t not want to. I’ve spent all of break with this … Continue reading Still Not a Real Mountain Biker

The Least of These

I just had a two hour conversation. And I have no idea what it was about. I recognized a few words. And names here and there. Patti LaBelle. Football. God. My social abilities really require a pretty specific set of circumstances. To work well. Last night was not those circumstances. Y'all know. I have this … Continue reading The Least of These


I think probably there is a point. Where educators maybe just won’t be able to keep pushing through. Maybe. I mean. Teachers are a pretty hardy stock. Generally. But this year. I’m not sure I can… I just… I worked in juvenile detention. And prison, y’all. Prison. I used to work overnights in fucking prison. … Continue reading Thunderdome

Further Proof That I’m Divergent

“What Myers Briggs are you?” I have no idea. “I bet I can guess.” And he did. And then he sent the test. And I prepared myself for just the worst possible personality type. Because I’ve been having a rough few days. I’ve been off my meds for a few months now. Hoping that my … Continue reading Further Proof That I’m Divergent