This is my mantra, because I am a coward, always have been. Yet I recently found myself sitting in Logan Airport in Boston, MA and realized I’d gotten there all by myself which, just a few years ago, would have been impossible. I’m scared of traveling because too many things can go wrong. I hate … Continue reading I know it’s scary; do it anyway.
“You’re gonna miss me, aren’t you, Mrs. Mercer?” a student asked me yesterday. “You big goober, of course I’m going to miss you.” But I didn’t say the first three words out loud. (At least I don’t think I did.) But I meant I would miss him, to my surprise. Back in autumn when I … Continue reading The hardest, toughest, scariest, best year I’ve ever endured: my first year as a 10th grade teacher (plus another sneak peek into Book 8)
As a 10th grade English teacher, I learn a lot about students from their writing. I read about divorces, neglect, drug use, alcohol problems, and misery. And I hold all of their words sacred. They’ve trusted me with them, and they could write about something easier, but they share what eats at them. They have … Continue reading Book 8 teaser: Your heritage doesn’t determine your legacy, and that’s a good thing.
For my recent birthday, a dear friend sent me an Amazon gift card. My teenage daughter saw it and said, “Ooh, lucky you! What do you want?” For the first time in my life I could honestly say, “I can’t think of anything that I want.” Victory! Ok, I know that’s a weird response, but … Continue reading The best birthday present: realizing I didn’t WANT anything!
I’ve been living on the coast of Maine for 10 days now, and I’m utterly useless at functioning at sea level. First, I can’t bake at 20 feet altitude. In the ten years that I’ve lived in the mountain west, I’ve redone all my recipes for altitudes of about 4700 feet. Here’s my fantastic, greatest … Continue reading Boiling brownies and other hazards of life at sea level.
"I don't know where it is." "Since I don't have a linen closet--or any closets for that matter--just stick that in my bedroom." "Did I say garage? I meant the cellar. No! BATHROOM!" "Since I don't have a laundry room, just stick that in the bathroom. Yes, the bathroom!" "Don't panic yet--it'll turn up eventually." … Continue reading Move: Day 6+ From Utahns to Maine-iacs
Yesterday morning in New York demonstrated our growing weariness with the trip, because SOMEONE didn’t retrieve SOMEONE ELSE’S travel pillow even though SOMEONE was trying to help with other loading tasks, and even though SOMEONE ELSE went back to find a lost watch SOMEONE should have noticed a red pillow sitting among the white blankets! … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 5–Road weary, tire weary, weary weary
(Current location, Batavia, NY, a town in upstate New York which has at least four different ways to pronounce it and we're probably still not saying it correctly.) Something strange happened as I stepped out of our hotel this morning into the heavy, warm, humid air of Ohio. Memories rushed me, and it was as … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 4–Welcome to the east, Kirtland, and our 29th anniversary
(Location: Toledo, Ohio. No sightings of Klinger still, but my M*A*S*H fans family are still hopeful.) Should you happen to see these three vehicles, that's us. I forgot to tell you yesterday that my youngest kids were delighted to find out that fireflies are real, and that they sometimes leave fun glowy spots on your … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 3–Preschooler poops, too many “I” states, and I’m worried about food stuff
Our 9.5 hour drive took 14+ hours, and I still don't know why. But we made it to Indianoloa, Iowa, and while I hoped to be more coherent this evening, that ain't gonna happen, so let's not even pretend. But I did find a way to download my photos! Here's my view of my husband's … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 2–Siri lies, “Housebuilder” joins us, and Nebraska is as long as Wyoming