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Hoodie = hoodlum?
The blogger explores the role fashion played in the death of Trayvon Martin, a teen wearing a hoodie shot by a self-appointed neighborhood watchman in March 2012.
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Is Honesty or Timely Honesty the Best Policy?
Sometimes truth doesn’t need to be spoken in the moment. Maybe it needs to be spoken after the moment — and my anger or frustration — has passed.
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Update on Freaky Friday…
As I declared then, and continue to believe, I was the victim here, not the rabbit. I was merely its tool for suicide; I was traumatized emotionally AND had to deal with the damage it inflicted on my van (see my Freaky Friday post for details). My ever-sympathetic son (I did mention that sarcasm was…
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Freaky Friday…
My Freaky Friday involves a series of unfortunate events during which two varsity baseball teams exchange playing skills. That was just the beginning of crazy.
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Despite My Best Efforts, I Wasn’t Prepared for This
To calm me and them, I began the class with prayer, and I’m pretty sure God took over from there.
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STuCK…
It’s as if my inner self is rebelling against the busyness and the demands of life–that, by the way, haven’t ceased. But with an extra day “off” (read that: teacher work day at home) and my graduate studies ended for the semester (whew! just in time for baseball season in full swing), I find that…
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Not so “over it”…
I’ve always been challenged to “say what I mean and mean what I say,” but, clearly, I am not living up to that challenge. Despite my best intentions to not use the current lingo in my speech (after all, I am a proper English teacher), I find myself using “I’m over it!” far too often.…
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Competitive nature…
My first thought? “Lalla, you’re killing me!” Two weeks of being sick, preceded by my daughter’s wedding, had left me feeling the need to accomplish just the bare minimum (quality, it goes without saying, but nothing in excess). Plus, the assignment was annotations–not exactly a Prezi or other multimedia artifact or even an inspiring paper.…
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Deep offerings
I think the “Little Drummer Boy” had it right. The Christmas song tells the story about a little boy who comes before the Baby Jesus, realizing that he has no gift fit to give a King, no frankincense, gold, or myrrh–or the like. And so he decides to do the best thing he can–play for…
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Speechless…
When a teacher has laryngitis but has to teach anyway, what is she to do? This is a day in my life — with an inkling of what to do and what NOT to do!
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FAT enough?
So a few days ago, I got an email (not personal, mind you, at least I don’t think so…) from my health club, informing me of a talk being given today by Dr. Ellington Darden about his X-Force weight-loss study. (The main center of the health club has been all astir about the new X-Force machines…
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‘That’s what friends are for…’
They say ‘a friend in need is a friend indeed,’ but I say my friends are the ones who showed up when I had a need. This is my story.
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Procrastination…
Procrastinating — perhaps by blogging instead of doing my homework — is not that way to get things done.
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OCD Action News…
With visions of the school burning down through the night because of my candle, I left my sleeping husband and drove the 20 minutes — just to check.
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Where have all the timers gone?
Reflecting on time — and timers — as I end my too-busy day and remember, too late, why I do everything I do. It might have helped.
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The call of duty…
Each time I return to the kitchen, I find more messes, or a full dishwasher that requires emptying, and always work, work, work.
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