trouble maker

My kids think I’m a school (district) troublemaker. I appreciate that moniker. I make trouble for equity. I make trouble for Black and Brown and Indigenous children. I make trouble to make sure kids get what they need. I make trouble for liberation. I don’t coddle White Supremacy. I don’t stand for racism. I’m spending […]

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Me on medium

I’ve started a Medium channel to better represent my research interests, and how they intersect with my life as a parent with a mental illness. I’ll still post on here things that are more personal, and will try to do so at least once a week. I’ll also cross post here so the folks who […]

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writers write but they must also read

I love to write. I love coming on here, translating my emotions — all my writing begins with emotion — into thought, thought into words. My thoughts, like most, are not linear in nature; they fill the space of my mind and require a certain type of wrangling to discipline them, to get them into […]

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the lived in body

Yesterday, I looked at myself in the mirror and was unhappy with what I saw. I’m working through my own fat phobias, but when I saw my body through my eyes, I felt really … bad. I’m at the heaviest I’ve ever been, after having a whole life of seeing myself as skinny. In the […]

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old year resolutions

I’m going to try my very best to take a social media break through the end of the year. This time of the year gets me both hypomanic and depressed. I’m energized by the shopping, and shopping is a huge issue for me when I’m hypomanic. I’m depressed by the darkness and the COVID circumstances. […]

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you’ll live

As a kid, I had all types of ailments. Now I know that I hold my emotions in my body, but then I didn’t know that. I just knew that I hurt. Some things were completely internal. During my teen years I had a perpetual stomachache due to influences inside and out. My back ached, […]

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i thought i had something to write

Often, I say to myself, “I’m going to write on my blog at least three times a week.” A week ago, that was my plan. I’m told that’s how to sustain readership, by having consistent “content.” How do you know you are a writer? Writers write. But I never follow all the way through. I’ll […]

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It’s So Dark

I learned something new today. Apparently, I hate Standard Time. I’m not sure about everyone else, but I’d always thought I hated “Daylight Savings Time.” That unenviable morning in early November that gives us an extra hour of sleep but extra waking hours of darkness. But that moment is not when Daylight Savings Time begins. […]

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it’s been a minute*

It’s been a minute* since I’ve been on here. I go in and out of writing motivation, usually when I’m doubting whether I have something to say that folks outside of my Facebook feed want to hear. I don’t know anymore what people want to hear anymore. We’ve been so separate for so long that […]

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They Tell Us It’s Our Fault

My little one, 8 years old, often feels unheard. He’s a little person, half the size of others in the house. After explaining the horror of George Floyd’s murder, I tried to explain the reaction, the protests happening around the country. I asked him to remember a time where he felt unheard, which I know […]

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