I didn't have my own classroom at my previous brick and mortar teaching job. I hated every second of the traveling, mostly because I had cankles and could barely see my feet over my pregnant belly, but also because I don't like to share. One of my colleagues actually counted his pencils after I had ... » Learn More about 5 Things I Miss About My Traditional Teaching Gig
In third grade, my teacher recommended I be tested for the school's Gifted Program. I had begged my parents not to make me different, to not give people a reason to expect things of me--things I wasn't sure I could deliver. They ignored me, so I took matters into my own hands. How many in a ... » Learn More about Don’t Mind Me, I’ll Just Be Over Here Quitting
A year ago, I emceed a local women's conference and met some incredible ladies. Ivette García Dávila was among them. Ivette and I bonded instantly when she asked complete strangers if they had a charger for her breast pump (I did not), but I metaphorically fist-bumped her for pumping whilst ... » Learn More about I’m The One Pushing
Soaking in the tub, timing contractions, my enormous belly an island jutting out of the water. I loved every day of my pregnancy, and even though it's selfish, I admit it was sad seeing it come to an end because that meant I had to share you. Later, sitting backwards on a chair in the living ... » Learn More about I blinked & you turned 7
My VBAC baby. The one who was born with a broken clavicle and never once flinched. You nursed like a champ, snuggled like a pro, and were the happiest baby on the planet...as long as you were in my arms and ONLY my arms! You've known what you wanted from the day you entered this world, and you've ... » Learn More about To My Daughter: You’re a Whole Hand!