Author Archives: rachaelcoughlin

We should be screaming “murder” Holding hands out in the streets We should be speaking up about her  Demanding justice from those in seats It isn’t right or normal For cosplay soldiers to shoot mothers For an investigation to be informal  To declare it’s Us against the Others And maybe we all see now becauseContinue reading “January 7th, 2026”

I was washing the dishes and watching my hands Twist and scrub the bowls  That held the leftover contents of easy meals,  Snacks, second helpings And I thought how lucky to have a sink full of dirty dishes Even though moments before I cursed the chore  Once again  Always dirty dishes waiting for me withContinue reading “Dishes”

Blue Bracelets Won’t work if the wrists they’re on don’t force the hands –Won’t work if the mouths on the same bodies won’t speak – White women – it was you – and me – Because in our circles we didn’t talk enoughor act enoughor build enoughor work enough – We didn’t want to takeContinue reading “Blue Bracelets”

I just watched Everything, Everywhere, All At Once. I’ve wanted to watch it since it came out, but life is busy and tiring, and I wanted to see it without distraction when I could steal some uninterrupted time. It’s my birthday today. So I took the day off work, and had plans to spend theContinue reading “A Movie Review on an Ordinary Day Like Today “

2nd grade – reading intervention push in teacher  Reading intervention push in meant that I went into other teachers’ classrooms and pulled small groups to read with the students that needed some more help. For this particular school and position, most of the students in the program were brand new to the country within theContinue reading “The Boy Behind the Trash Can”

Old enough to know better. Young enough to wish I didn’t. Forty one is stretch marks and belly fat, and edibles and wine. Parenting and not knowing what the fuck we are doing to raise the next generation right. Financial stress and worries and woe. Wisdom enough to know that there isn’t nearly enough savedContinue reading “41 Is”

Old enough to know better. Young enough to wish I didn’t. Forty one is stretch marks and belly fat, and edibles and wine. Parenting and not knowing what the fuck we are doing to raise the next generation right. Financial stress and worries and woe. Wisdom enough to know that there isn’t nearly enough savedContinue reading “41 Is”

Last year around this time, I learned that instead of a resolution or goal, some people assign a word to the upcoming new year. I liked the idea of that since resolutions usually feel like a way to disappoint myself three weeks after I’ve set one.  I decided on the word ‘authenticity’ last year withContinue reading “New Year: New Words to Live By”