I sometimes get stuck in a rut and don't know what to write about.
Actually, that happens pretty regularly.
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Tag: Writing
Letters
When our COVID lock down began in March, my wife and I wanted to create some sort of normality in the household for our sake, but especially for the kids. One of the daily routines that happened organically was our trip to the mailbox at around 3:00 every afternoon once my wife and I were done working from home for the day.
Perfectionist
I was reminded a couple of weeks ago by my principal how much of a perfectionist I am. Teaching from a distance and not being able to check up on all of my students has been very difficult for me to stomach. He reminded me that I'm doing the work, and that's all I can … Continue reading Perfectionist
Hiatus
It seems I've taken an unexpected hiatus from my blog for a while...not that I expect many people noticed or cared. And that's fine by me. Sometimes we just need a break, even from things that we really enjoy doing.Writing here is as much therapy as anything else. A friend of mine asked me one … Continue reading Hiatus
Moving
I intended to write more often in 2019. Not so much a resolution...just a desire to get these random thoughts out of my head. There's a saying about good intentions, but hopefully that doesn't apply here.Instead, much of my new year has been absorbed by my wife and I deciding (with the help of our … Continue reading Moving
Cherries
After my aunt took me to Hawaii as a college graduation present, I came home with a newfound distaste for pineapple. It didn’t start that way. I used to really like pineapple. But after a week of having pineapple served to me with everything I ate and drank, I’d had enough.
Heroes
Three years ago today, I lost my dad.His bad habits are what eventually killed him, but he was an extraordinary man who did not fully embrace his own capabilities. He was by far the smartest man I've ever known, and I'm fortunate that I inherited a little bit of that. He was my mentor and one … Continue reading Heroes
Reflections Of A Middle Aged Nobody 