On Friday evening, I locked the front door and hopped on my trusty, rusty motorcycle. Finally! I was leaving the house for the first time all week. I would be skipping the meal served by our Hillcrest School seniors here in Papua, Indonesia, but I needed to interact with others…
“Don’t use that glass! Get one from the cupboard,” I sternly told one of our boys last week. Our next-door neighbors were coming over to visit immediately after supper. I’d already prepped a serving tray containing glasses, napkins, a water pitcher, and freshly picked pineapple cut into slices. I do…
I started an hour late this Sunday and missed the kickoff of the Auburn University Tigers’ football game. Ordinarily I’d have made the sacrifice, but this weekend I planned to avoid the stress of the game. I’ve recently been having trouble breathing, which can be brought on by even…
“Stop where you are. Wait until I tell you and then move slowly,” I yelled at my husband and daughter, who were watching my efforts. I held my breath and, with excruciating slowness, removed my hands from around the egg. It was 2021, the day of the autumnal equinox. I…
“Oh, good grief!” I rolled my eyes as I looked at my fingernail. “I don’t have time for this right now.” I was busy packing on a Tuesday morning as I prepped for my trip back to my home in Indonesia from my home in Alabama. The last thing I…
I have long been an early riser, and today was no different, as I was up at 5 a.m. During summers here in Alabama, we have about three hours when we can go outdoors before the heat of the day makes gardening and other activities uncomfortable. But today was different,…
All this summer, I’ve put boundaries around myself. They’re not physical boundaries, like a fence, but boundaries to maintain my self-care. For one, I’ve established environmental boundaries, which help me stay warm. For another, I don’t do certain activities because I want to conserve my energies. I have cold…
I was the first passenger to board the plane. The flight would be short, only two hours long, from Atlanta to Houston. I felt comfortable with the route. It was over the Southeastern United States, my favorite part of the world. I anticipated some bumps along the way, however; the…
Everything was going well. My new-to-me car responded well to the steering wheel, and the brakes were nice and tight. I’d left my house in Alabama and was heading west to visit my oldest daughter in Texas. Suddenly, it felt like my back tires ran over three small branches on…
“Can we read ‘Go, Go, Go’ again?” My student was eager to revisit this story, one she’d successfully read the previous week. “Go, Go, Go” is one of the “Dick and Jane” emerging reader series by William S. Gray, which was popular in the 1950s. My student’s new skills opened…
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