It is not easy to focus these days. Or rather, it is not easy to focus on the simple joys that summer brings. There are wars brewing and bombs flying about. Billionaires running our world aground. Talk of a big bill that will cut funding for rural hospitals, children living in poverty, and people with disabilities, yet still raise our debt. Without granting attention to Washington we all know most ever decision this administration makes is a disaster in the making. You don’t even have to be a glass half-empty die-hard pessimist to agree with me.
Tag Archives: June
Hold on to Pride Month
Before June slips away, I do want to join the joyous joy that honors the LGBTQIA community, and join in those celebrations of love. Being an out lesbian who walked into her public school classroom for over three decades supported by administration, parents and students alike is certainly not something I ever took for granted, (although wouldn’t it be amazing if I could?). My small town USA allowed me to discuss Dostoevsky, Shakespeare, Woolf, Harper Lee, Ellison, Wiesel and more, and in doing so explore the flaws and strengths of humankind, making connection from centuries past right up to our present doorstep. Teaching readers to acknowledge the vein of evil that flows along side that of kindness, the pitfalls of greed and deception that chip away at honor and responsibility, and through text feel the difference. Understanding these traits don’t belong more so to a religious right but come from a questioning mind and are worthy of pondering. Tonight, as two men take the debate stage, I can only hope that the electorate considers the whole of our nation. That what is at stake is more than a convicted felon and a proven gentleman making their case to America, it is the rights for people like me to continue wearing a gold band on my left hand.
An Irish Goodbye
After 31 years of walking into this almost hundred year-old regal school building greeting all those doing the same, and spending a day discussing excellent texts and fostering student responses I find myself driving away one final time on this hot June day. The waterfall of complicated emotions I’ve felt since I turned in my resignation is Niagara Falls in proportion. Finding myself unable to say a lengthy farewell to students or colleagues, instead overcome by the whole convergence of my living and breathing within this mighty vocation, I slipped away, opting for an Irish goodbye.


