When life sinks in . . . amidst a prayer and a song

Tears dried like saltwater on my face. The grief hit me tonight. Somewhat unexpectantly. I was tired after a long day and even more tired after a long month. It's hard to believe that it is only February . . . My tank top was wet with the droplets running down my cheeks unhindered by Kleenex...

The Day After Death

Father, The clock reads 8:58 a.m., yet I feel as though I've been stuck in time. Stuck in the moment when my dad called me last Friday night to tell me that Grandpa Jack had died in his favorite chair, magazine in his lap, taking a nap, waiting for the weather to come on TV....

A Man Beloved. Hearts Aching.

A knock on the door interrupted my Saturday afternoon. My sweet friend Tyler stood on the front porch, bearing gifts. Ben & Jerry's tucked in one hand. A card clasped in the other. She wrapped me in arms wide open, holding me as the tears began to fall . . . again. As she left, I...

Unprofessional snot

Swiping bravely at angry tears. Using the back of my sleeve to staunch the unprofessional snot smearing across my face. Unaware of what my mascara may or may not look like. Wishing it wasn't my school's superintendent sitting across from me in the hazy afternoon light. I was angry today. Very angry. I was also...

He trusts me. It’s called unfathomable love.

Good Morning, Sweet Sojourners . . . The sun reflects sharply off freshly fallen feet of snow around my porch windows. Diamonds sparkle in the fast-melting beauty. Here for a moment. Then gone. Raisin toast, broiled grapefruit, cereal, sliced banana, almonds, cottage cheese and blessedly hot coffee has disappeared from my kitchen table. Have I...

It’s past 6 a.m. and I’m not at work

I hope that every teacher in the Denver metro area that follows my blog is NOT reading this post right now. That's right, I'm hoping for a low readership for a while. It's 6:33 a.m., and I'm not parking near the glass doors of my school. Sleepy faces are not greeting me. Rather, I'm staring...