Relationship. I don't think I'll have another. Not for any real specific reason. I just don't do them well. I'm not looking. Ain't interested. Because I know what they take. Emotionally, mentally. I'm no longer prepared to invest myself in one.
Honesty. I like this word. Along with loyalty its one of my favorites. At a certain point, I decided that I wanted to live according to a certain moral and ethical code. Honesty is part of that.
Although I gotta say the code doesn't always work. I'm human. And my new favorite word, flawed. As in not perfect. I don't live for anyone else. Not my daughters. Not my father's memory. Nor my sister's.
I live for me. I schlepp through my day. I talk with teachers. Talk with students. About what's right and how kids learn. And then one or both of my daughters will chime in. And there's paperwork. And questions about what to make for diner. Mundane. But in all those moments, I take a little something away for the next day. Might just be a smile. Maybe a teacher finally realizes something. Maybe I realize something.
And the new day brings a new opportunity. To get it right.
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This blog is about whatever occurs to me. No topic is safe. I enjoy writing. I know some things but am always learning. I have this desire to question and understand what I do. It doesn't make me special...just that I wanna know. I hope you enjoy reading it...but that isn't necessary.
Why I Write...
this wasn't always
my passion. i used to
arch round balls towards
raised hoops on
dirty concrete pavement
till I grew and had
to steady a weary,
alcoholic father who
called me nice "boy"
through yellow teeth
while moms muttered
"not again" in the
background and blue-eyed
blond haired Matt came in
a moment of their
reconciliation and i wanted
to show that i
wasn't crazy and
could do things.
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