When I was in elementary school, we didn’t have school counselors. But someone must have got a grant or something, because there was a lady who came and I made the trek from my classroom–possibly fifth grade? I don’t recall–to the other end of the school to the library to talk to a stranger. I […]
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I’d love to report some editing progress, but there hasn’t been any. I’d blame family obligations, but I know deep down even if I’d been home tonight, I’d just have sat here grousing at my friends in chat and trying not to eat all the dark chocolate I’ve got stashed. It’ll happen. I’m not feeling
Last night my friend called. Well, his roommate. This is a good thing. There’s been a lot of not-speaking going on, and we’ve been friends a long time. So. The whole tribe (there are three of us humans in the house, but that was how it was stated) the whole tribe was invited to a
That’s one way to say it. There’s also, ‘when it rains, it pours.” My personal fave, I think though, is a simple “WTF???! Today was insane. I-N-S-A-N-E. Lost children, obnoxious parents, (yes, of course your kid didn’t ditch five days. Every one of his SEVEN TEACHERS just missed him sitting in class…), class counts and
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No computer at work, no brain at home. What do you want? It was an absolutely hideous day. I’ll say this–it is pretty damn pathetic when middle school parents can’t name one single teacher. Seven teachers their kids have in a day, and they can’t name one? Even if I read the names to them,
“Does genius burn?” That’s what Jo March’s family used to ask when she was writing frantically in Little Women. That was my first exposure to how other writers lived, and I’ve never forgotten it. Because I do it too. Oh, I don’t have the cap that warned family members of Jo’s mood, and I don’t
Another long day of getting nothing accomplished, I swear. Every five minutes, seemed like, someone needed something, and it was something only I could provide. Argh! For once, though, I did not let my mother-in-law guilt me into driving her all over the place. I didn’t invite her, and I told her they wouldn’t just
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