What was the purpose of my human? – Hannah Gadsby, TED Talk This is something I think we all pondered all throughout PD today. What is the purpose of my human? What role do I serve as an educator in the classroom? What role do I serve in my students’ lives? What connections do I…

Picking Flowers (and weeds)

I bet my children’s parents never have to worry about weeds in their yard. Because these kids…. they pluck every beautiful flower (or weed) they see. Instead of playing they’re busy picking flowers for their mommies and daddies ❤❤, wiping their pollen-stained hands on their clothes, their hair whipping in the wind, their eyes shying…

It’s not until we have to get back to the hustling and bustling in our lives, that we can enjoy the snow in its entirety.

Drowning

when i drown, the riptides pull me in and then push me out, bellowing, and i, like an echo, reverberate, colliding into others until i finally reach the shoreline. sometimes i am merely a whisper, my words muddled, and sometimes i am the wave crashing in.

Once Upon A Windy Day…

Kids: Ms. Sara…. it’s really windy. Me: I know! Hold onto yourselves so you don’t get blown away. Holding onto their hats and scarves, some of the older ones look at me puzzled while the younger ones look at me in amazement, as if to ask Can that really happen? 😉 😄  

i wish i could express myself in a picture but you’ll just have to deal with my words and my silence instead. i am no artist. i do not make people’s heart sway.

Things Time Can’t Tell

I wish time wouldn’t live up to its name sometimes. It runs when there’s no need and slows when I can’t handle it any longer. The tic toc tic … tic toc tic toc tic toc tic toc drives me bonkers sometimes. In a silent room, that’s all there is to that. I wish we…

If I Were Me

How can I expect me to be me when I’m shattering into a million fragments. Even if I could be put together again, will I be the same. Missing pieces will forever be lost pieces. Even if, and when, I were to be me again, would I be me. Or would it be the me…

Visiting Ground Zero

Sorry it took me this long to come here. I was in NYC, 5th grade, when 9/11 happened. I still remember to this day how teachers got us together and told us we were having an early dismissal. Confused, we asked why. The day had barely even started. My teacher said that the twin towers…