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Bullies: The Aftermath
I've just been watching a CNN special on bullying. Halfway through it now, I find myself crying. Crying for the grieving parents, whose children just couldn't cope anymore, crying for the kids whose lives are irreparably damaged by the taunts and insults, crying for the kids who've realised the damage they'd been inflicting on others for no reason ( Read more... ) -
The Return
It's time I get back to writing.
For real.
I'll start by keeping my blog again. It's been a while since I've written anything, and I need to remember how that feels.
So here goes nothing.
Posted via LiveJournal app for iPad.
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Synchronicity
I was getting ready for bed this evening, mulling over the day’s events and how horrible everything seemed to have gone, when an invisible billy club whacked me in the ribs and robbed me of my breath. How had I not realised this? Today was the 23rd of January ( Read more... ) -
D-Day
I think my desk calendar is trying to tell me something ( Read more... ) -
The Search
I have never enjoyed looking for a job. No one really does, do they? To me, it's akin to being the pale model on the catwalk, envious of the shiny-faced teens walking by you, confident in their stilettos as you stumble in yours. I never feel I'm good enough, despite my accomplishments, despite my education; I hate the actual interview process ( Read more... ) -
On revisiting novels
I'm coming to view the novel as an old friend, not that I haven't before. Novels are like those folks you meet in the grocery store one afternoon that you haven't seen in years, the ones whose new hairstyles and slimmer or thicker figures are immediately evident. You think you know them on the surface, but upon revisitation, you realise so much ( Read more... ) -
No wonder I can't seem to get ahead.
Crab walk ( Read more... ) -
Reunions
The anniversary of N's passing is soon upon us, if I haven't already missed it. It's hard to believe it's been three years now. If I'm having difficulty accepting that, I'm sure his parents and sister have it worse. My heart goes out to them each year as the leaves lazily drift to the ground. It's my reminder, that visual, though I know he ( Read more... ) -
Trees, leaves and branches
A few years ago, I dragged my mother along to a psychic over in Harrisburg who is, sadly, no longer there. My reading was relatively uneventful and nothing I hadn't already heard a number of times from other readers (if you're reading this, Mr. Man, we will be incredibly happy together and I will be the envy of my friends for it). My mother had ( Read more... ) -
It's over ... so now what?
If you've been visiting this blog o' mine, waiting for updates that never come, you may (or may not, quite possibly) know that I've spent the last two years undertaking coursework to earn my Pennsylvania teaching certification (grades 7-12, English) and a Masters degree in Secondary Education. There were many reasons for me to do this: a ( Read more... )