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Today, and yesterday, and really this whole week has spun me like a top. I’m dizzy and confused, and somewhat self pitying wondering why mama had to say there would be days like this, and why there are sometimes just so damn many strung together.  There will be no silver lining in this piece, noContinue reading “Just One of Those Days”

I came across this post one evening not long ago, while scrolling through posts and pictures. I read it once over, quickly, as one does when they are just wasting time trying to fall asleep. My finger began to swipe up naturally, but caught for a moment with enough time for me to read throughContinue reading “Walking Like a Woman”

Marriage. Isn’t. Perfect. I share nice thoughts and comments about my husband from time to time, when the feeling strikes me or when I feel compelled to remind him and everyone that I am thankful for him. These are love notes that for me, as a writer, are one of the ways that I canContinue reading “For Me: It’s the Coffee in the Morning”

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have a full head of silver hair now. Just kidding, I know you’ve noticed, and honestly, I’ve pretty much blasted it from outer space with hair growing updates, so really, unless you were purposefully avoiding my messages and posts (possible, I know), you’ve seen that my non-pigmentedContinue reading “I’m Not Not Dye-ing to Make A Statement…”

The best compliment ever given to me by an administrative supervisor at work went something like this: “you know Rachael, teaching is an art, and you are an artist.”  This is a bit of a brag maybe, but really, most of us in the profession know this to be true. Impactful teaching is an artContinue reading “The Start of Something…”

This bike makes me cry. Generally, I am non sentimental. I laugh inappropriately in movies when things are supposed to be sad, but come across as cheesy instead. I don’t cry in public, I save very few objects from the past, I don’t want to hug everyone I see, and sometimes, my introspective nature isContinue reading “The Push and The Pull”

Last night I was able to sit outside, enjoying a warm spring evening. It was made even better because the reason for my outside sitting was to watch my oldest son play baseball. Perched on the bleachers, me and many other parents looked on as our kids played a great game on a beautiful night.Continue reading “He Plays Ball…”

My youngest son’s favorite color is pink. He wears pink clothes, pink socks, asks for shoes with pink on them, has soft, fluffy pink pillows and blankets on his bed. He has heard from little boys and little girls alike, that pink is not a color he should love so much. Despite the less judgmentalContinue reading “He Wears Pink …”

On the surface, I was pretty happy to turn 40 this last month. All my friends are 40, it’s a cool round number inviting in a new decade, and it feels like a life milestone. I have some awesome people in my life that made the day and even week of my birthday so special.Continue reading “40 Year Old, Surgin’”

It makes me angry. The persistence of the dust and the grime and the constant war that must be waged against the filth, makes me angry. While I am scrubbing or wiping, or organizing, I am mad at the inanimate surfaces all around me. Sometimes I curse them and tell them off while they areContinue reading “Cleaning The House”