Tag: Observation

• Like the moon in broad daylight…

  Jan 29

  Visible, yet unnoticed.Present, yet somehow distant.It hangs there quietly, pale against the blue sky,as if it doesn’t quite belong to the hour it inhabits. There is something aching about it—a… more ›

• Longing…

  Jan 29

  Longing for human touch begins as a subtle stir beneath the skin, a tremor of sensation that no words can fully name. It is in the brush of your own… more ›

• The Noise of Learning

  Jan 29

  I used to think learning was supposed to be quiet.Neat. Orderly. Predictable. But in my world, it never sounded that way. It sounded like pencil scratches in the margins of… more ›

• Several Hundred Words Later

  Jan 27

  We’ve all been there. Not as heroes, not as villains—just as silent witnesses to someone else’s emotional eruption. That strange moment when you realize you’re no longer part of a… more ›

• Alone, But With Company

  Jan 27

  You can be in a room full of people and feel like the only inhabitant of a private planet. Not lonely—oh no, that would require longing—but singular, spectacularly self-contained. Sometimes… more ›

• Slowly, Almost Politely… Nobody Tells You This

  Jan 25

  Most of us don’t notice the moment when life starts changing. There’s no announcement, no warning label, no ceremony. One day you’re just living—busy, distracted, convinced you’ve got plenty of… more ›

• The Algorithm on Main Street

  Jan 23

  In Calexico, stories used to travel slowly. They moved on bicycles and sneakers, through chain-link fences and across dusty backyards. They passed through kitchens where tortillas puffed on comales and… more ›

• Crackers With My Coffee

  Jan 20

  I don’t drink coffee.I enter into a legally binding relationship with it. Coffee is not a beverage.It’s a survival tool.A personality stabilizer.A public safety measure. Without it, I am slow.I… more ›

• The Wisdom of One Flame

  Jan 19

  I started with one candle. A good candle. A respectable candle. The kind that understands boundaries and clocks out at a reasonable hour. Then I lit both ends. At first,… more ›

• That Guy In The Mirror.

  Jan 19

  The inner voice.The alter ego. Sometimes the lone voice of reason.Often the reason we do stupid shit. He’s the first person you ever open up to—long before you open up… more ›

• Listening and Observing (I Promise This Matters)

  Jan 18

  Listening and observing—similar, but not the same. I don’t know why this has been living rent-free in my head, but it’s been there long enough that I should probably offer… more ›

• The Algorithm Knows I’m Hungry

  Jan 18

  As much as I hate to admit it, I—like countless others of my kind—spend more time scrolling the socials than I care to say out loud. But I’m admitting it… more ›

• Before the Day Notices Me

  Jan 18

  I’ve written about the morning quiet a few times, and usually that quiet is accompanied by coffee. And so here I am, writing about that morning quiet while enjoying said… more ›

• Standards, Grades, and Other Things We Pretend We All Agree On

  Jan 15

  I sat through an administrator’s “clinic” the other day—one of those gatherings where the coffee is strong, the chairs are unforgiving, and the words learning standards are spoken with near-religious… more ›

• Coffee First. Then People.

  Jan 9

  Coffee first. Then people. This isn’t a lifestyle choice. It’s a safety protocol.  Somewhere between waking up, getting ready for work, unlocking the classroom door, and logging into email, caffeine… more ›