As my little ones were drifting off to sleep, I knew this night was a gift. It is so rare when the world slows and we are just us together. It will not be long before the stretching and growing of youth will pull my young ones on, but tonight was ours.
Not Frankenstein’s Monster, But Mine Pages waiting for breathe Dormant in anticipation of life Ink flowing, pouring emotion and being Bleeding and pumping Creating something moving, beautiful, and disturbing The monster in me breaks free. -Rebecca Burtram
I purpose that in many ways we are all searching in the dark. We are all looking for a purpose of sorts or an answer to the questions of why we are here.
Confession: I like Taco Bell. It is the only fast food restaurant that has more than one thing on the menu I like, but this is not the reason I am writing about Taco Bell. In fact, this isn’t really about Taco Bell at all. It is about Tiffany, who happens to work at Taco Bell. A while back, my […]
Most people view me as a very confident…. possibly cocky…. individual. However, I feel like a failure on a regular basis. In an effort to leave myself room to fail, I have decided to come up with a how to for failure (so I can do it successfully).
While watching the many acts during a Pirate’s Voyage pre-show, I was struck by the balancing act: partially because I was thinking you could never pay me enough to try that and partially because balance is truly an impressive skill. It can be so easy to put too much weight or apply too much pressure to one side and not […]
This is why an escape plan is a must. Without a plan, it does not happen. There is always something I feel I must be doing. I even feel guilty when I do rest. My task driven nature is slightly upset if I am not checking something of my to do list. It is time to add rest to my list of things to do because it is a commandment.
Yesterday, as I stood aboard a battle ship with my youngest in my arms, it hit me. I could not remember the last time I held my older two. In that moment, I realized I might be holding my youngest for either the last time or one of the last times. The day is coming when she will no longer say, “carry […]
I like showing myself that my feelings are not always a reflection of reality. I like proving to my emotions what logic already tells me. I also love that my kids see me do something I am terrified of and walk away just fine when it is over.
The students that are non standard according to the academic world are trapped behind desks where they are pushed to operate in their weaknesses rather than their strengths. They are told they need to work harder and achieve more and that they are not enough in themselves. (Does this sound familiar to any of you that are trying to live up to the false standards our culture promotes?)