handwritten on June 30, 2021
a platform on which to tell your stories. Raise your voice. Travel on. Travel Around. Travel underneath.
A walk is a playground for antiques - gems of the past. Past memories. Like chapters of lifetimes.
A walk is a picture of you near the world. In the world. Living in harmony. Living in discord. Or just living with the world underneath your feet.
A walk is a mirror where steps reflect back to you almost such that you see yourself in every step. And every step pays close attention to you. Sometimes you like what you see. Sometimes you don't. Sometimes you want to hide from your steps. Maybe you can't.
A walk is a game of hopscotch. Two feet together one foot. Two feet together one foot....
handwritten on June 28, 2021
It's been lovely finally going to church for the first time
since the pandemic started
and yesterday's music and words (my two favorite things in the world)
created such a renewal of faith and wisdom and love
A beautiful sermon pierced through the hearts of all yesterday
as life was framed as a race of endurance
What do we need spiritually, physically, socially and emotionally to
run through trials without growing weary?
up steep hills and over valleys
in watching the olympic trials recently, the spirit of endurance has brought
a renewed sense of hope to my heart
because during this past year (which was a difficult season for all in some way or another)
we either began to realize how...
handwritten on June 11, 2021
When you have
your own children you watch them
blossom
the delicate transformation
you pour your love into their soul so they
spread sunshine upon their wings
and have the strength to help others
find their flight too
and then sometimes
you're 21 and in college
and you meet this tiny little fourth grader
and realize many years later that you were blessed
to see her entire transformation
but at that moment is just learning to find her way
moving from elementary school to
middle school birthday painting parties
piano recitals and hot pot celebrations
Fourth of July boat rides and then all of a sudden
that little girl is not so little anymore
You watch as she spreads her wings and flies...
handwritten on May 30, 2021
Sometimes we are hit the stomach with the very notion that
the skies we thought were shining a brighter blue in the city you were born in
a city you have lived all your life
the skies are still full of cloudiness
spilling with racism, discrimination and blatant disrespect for humanity
What was a very beautiful celebration with my family this Sunday
began with the sour and continued realization that the skies are STILL painted
a brighter color for individuals like me (white)
As we waited in line to get to the ballpark to see the game
every individual got through the line except my mother-in-law
who is the cutest, spunkiest 4 foot 11 Chinese woman
who was carrying a purse pretty much the...
handwritten on May 30, 2021
To the Families of 3A:
It has been one extraordinary year to say the least. Every scholar did such a fantastic job with the countless changes at the beginning of the year. From finding papers, to keeping up with their school work, to carrying incredibly heavy backpacks, they truly deserve an award (you all do) for flexibility. I think because of the circumstances, we celebrated every day in our classroom with great zest. I have never had more fun on Saint Patrick’s Day (we have a glitter-loving class), nor have I been able to create and fit in as many creative writing projects, research reports, topics of choice and socially distanced activities in a single year.
My goal for each and...
