Tag: behavior

• Little-Known Facts About Me

  Apr 8

  If you look back long enough, you start to notice the strange little things that were always there. Not the big milestones. Not the obvious moments. The quieter details— the… more ›

• Pieces of Eight

  Apr 5

  Education has been my formal career for the last twenty-seven years—but teaching? That’s something I’ve been doing since.. geez I can’t even remember. Coaching, community art classes, day camps… if… more ›

• No Schedule, Just Sunlight and Shortcuts to Nowhere

  Apr 4

  I grew up in the 70s and 80s, in a city that felt like it was still learning its own edges. Streets weren’t lined with development yet, and blank spaces—lots… more ›

• Scraped Knees and Torn Jeans

  Apr 3

  There was a time when play was king—not the quiet, sit-down kind, but the loud, dusty, borderline-dangerous kind that required sunscreen you never used and rules you barely followed.  It… more ›

• Throwing Words Into the Wind

  Apr 1

  Let me tell you a story…something I learned about myself, and only fully recently acknowledged. This won’t be a confession of weakness, nor a tale of courage or inner strength.… more ›

• The Longest Day – Sanitized, Signed In, and Socially Distanced

  Mar 25

  I’ve had long days before. I mean, who hasn’t. Everyone has a horror story or two about work, some more drink worthy than others. A friend and I were recently… more ›

• A Little Bit of Us in Everything

  Mar 23

  I saw this quote today, and it resonated with me deeply:“We are writers, my love. We don’t cry. We bleed on paper.”I have no idea who wrote it, but it… more ›

• Kinder Chronicles, Room 3, 1974

  Mar 23

  Teacher’s log, Kinder Day 31 I used to think I was in charge. That illusion lasted exactly four minutes on the first day of school—right up until Little Tommy licked… more ›

• Between Me and Myself

  Mar 22

  Sometimes the quietest conversations are the ones we have with ourselves.They come in fragments—moments of memory, glimpses of people we’ve loved, the echo of a voice we thought we’d lost.… more ›

• Freedom on Two Wheels

  Mar 22

  Back in the day, a bicycle was freedom. It was far more than a way to get from here to there. We treated our wheels the same way our dads… more ›

• Why I Create…

  Mar 22

  Sitting with myself this morning, coffee in hand, I asked, “Why do you create?” …and the reflection in the mug stared back, quiet, like it already knew the answer before… more ›

• A Curious Observation…

  Mar 22

  Messaging on multiple platforms… something a little different on each… but somehow threaded together. An interesting way to connect. It’s fascinating—and honestly, pretty human. Different platforms invite different versions of… more ›

• The Burden of Grief

  Mar 18

  This comes not as a confession, but as a quiet observation—drawn from conversations with those who have known loss, who have carried grief quietly and persistently. Grief is both deeply… more ›

• Fire and Grace

  Mar 17

  There are things that will make you angry. You’re human. It’s inevitable. Something, somewhere, sometime is going to piss you off. It’s going to happen. What really matters is how… more ›

• The Ones Who Remain in the Landscape

  Mar 14

  Life seems to follow its own quiet algorithm. The humans in our lives are much the same. The ebb and flow of everyday living moves so naturally that we rarely… more ›