CORONATINE DAY 7

*Threw in a load of towels. The kid’s bedroom funk was still hovering in the washer. Pushed start anyway. They’re his towels; no harm, no foul. *Built a $130.00 Walmart pick-up order around “Maytag Affresh” washing machine cleaner that promises to be ten times better than bleach. *Had plenty of time to do something different … Continue reading CORONATINE DAY 7

CORONATINE DAY 6

*9:30 am - Health Dept contacts me to say our COVID tests came back negative, but we have to remain in quarantine for the remainder of our 14 days. *Did the math. We're not halfway yet. *10:00 am - woke the kid from his fake sleeping and told him he was late for homeschool. Me … Continue reading CORONATINE DAY 6

YESTERDAY I CRIED

Yesterday I cried. Not constantly, just several times throughout the whole day. The kind of cry where the tears come and I can’t stop them but I do. I didn’t reach the ugly cry. My eyes weren’t puffy and purple and burning. I wiped just enough tears off my cheeks to smooth out my makeup … Continue reading YESTERDAY I CRIED

FAMILY, FRIENDS, FAITH

(Our peanut allergy research journey. December 2nd) Today was a big day...BIG. I looked forward to this day for months. Our last updose. The target was 300mg of peanut powder; the equivalent of one peanut. With no reaction to today's dose, we would officially be in "maintenance". We would continue to dose 300mg indefinitely to … Continue reading FAMILY, FRIENDS, FAITH

SIGNS OF VICTORY

Towns across America, large and small, have a certain electricity in the air during football season. I work at a small school district in a small town. Friday Night Lights begins when the first bell rings on Friday morning. Our players walk the halls in their jerseys. The Cheerleaders gather in the library to make … Continue reading SIGNS OF VICTORY

MRS. BOEN’S MISSING MARKERS   

Substitute teaching is not for the faint of heart. I wear my cocky little LHS Faculty ID like a badge of courage… even though they chose the prank photo that has Michelle Boen’s fingers making bunny ears behind my head. I kissed being taken seriously goodbye a long time ago, but seriously; the bunny ear … Continue reading MRS. BOEN’S MISSING MARKERS