It’s been just over a year now since I packed my bags and moved across the state of Idaho. At the time, I only had a few job prospects, but nothing nailed down. It didn’t matter, I took the leap because I wanted to experience everything a new city had to offer.
Archives for 2017
Look at Me
Let us reveal, with our eyes, our true selves…and feel what it is to truly acknowledge one another.
Diary Of A Mad Chaperone
We finally arrive at Carleton. We are all tired. Guess what? The rooms are not ready. Some of the children will not be bunking with their friends. Some rooms are a mess. The children are taking it well. Finally we settle in. One final check at midnight and everyone thought that was it for the night! Wrong! Mr. Turner and Mr. Lepage gave the final warning at 4:00am!
The Beautiful, Powerful Coneflower
As a child, I remember being drawn to Coneflowers’ showy, mostly purple flowers. My hands would pet their heads and glide across the petals. In high school, I worked in a plant nursery and noticed how little care they needed to thrive.
Catnip: It’s Not Just for Cats
Catnip is not just for cats. It makes a nice tasty bedtime tea, and also has a number of healing properties. Catnip has a long history of use in Europe and North America.
Guatemalan Idol
Maximon isn’t an easy idol to comprehend. He is both divine and devilish, fiend and friend, a communicator to Ajaw, the supreme Mayan god, but also a trickster that may double cross whoever presents an offering.
Oh Woman!
“Oh Woman!” is a poem that represents the anxiety of existence of every-woman. The passive victim of male gazes, she is always in the process of introspection, longing for a space of her own.
Rewriting History
In Trump’s America, where the veneer of American idealism and tolerance has been ripped away to reveal something sickening, my childhood memories have started to morph.
How Extreme Competitiveness Undermines Scientific Excellence
The essence of competition is the expectation that added effort on the part of one party will result in that party getting a larger share of the payoff than the competitors. If he does not, it’s not competition.
Tarmac Meditations #187: Sometimes I Cry
I have no choice but to leave what is done behind and make the best of what is here for me to do. And like I used to do in the middle of long runs, suddenly, inexplicably to me, sometimes I cry.
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