Life has brought me to this place, this moment.
Being Here Now
At the Laundromat
What I wanted was an apartment that included, among other things, a washer and dryer.
Reflections on the Sub Day
I hope one day soon I will have the opportunity to be taught how to administer and score a speaking text for English language learners. This time, however, I was flying by the seat of my pants.
Changing Directions
All summer, while I was mostly without internet, I was thinking that I wanted to take the blog in a little bit different direction when I got back to Mexico. Then when I got back, I was immersed for the first month in getting settled into school and classes, but the question never left my…
Changing Views
I told myself I had plenty of time to write a post summarizing my year, and here I am on the morning of my flight out of Torreón hurrying to pull some thoughts together. Here we go. In work: During this, my first year teaching a full grade of students two different subjects, planning and…
Empty Nest
I am here at IAH on a Sunday morning, sitting at the departure gate two hours early. I check my Facebook feed for the first time in days and like all the likes. I listen to the pop music coming from the overhead speakers and the clink of glasses and silverware from the restaurant next…
El Curandero Parte 2
After I had complimented the array of baubles sufficiently, we returned to the dining room to sit. Thankfully, it was only a few minutes until the doctor came out and said goodbye to the last client. It was my turn. I followed her through the short hallway into the treatment room. The first thing I…
El Curandero Parte 1
The witch doctor mixed medicine for me today. Ok, so she's not really a witch doctor. She's only a chiropractor. She was recommended to me by my yoga instructor, and what with the foot injury and the ear pain, I was really happy to follow up. The place was a long way from my neighborhood--clear…
Worthiness
I actually worked today. On a Sunday. Last semester, I stayed late at school three days a week. I knew I wouldn't work at home, so I stayed at school for the late bus almost every day it was available. By the time November arrived, I was too exhausted and burned out to drag myself…
stress relief
The week before Thanksgiving I wrote: I appreciate my former coworkers. I didn't understand, really, why they would be so relieved, and vocal about their relief, when a long weekend or holiday approached. I would get anxious because a day off just meant that things would be tougher when we came back. A day off…
