Feb 16, 2018


To be clear, I know one of the teachers who survived the most recent school shooting. We chat teacher things via Instagram messages frequently. So as some of you begin rallying around the "don't take our guns" rhetoric in the next few days, remember this.

I teach.

I show up to work everyday, not sure if it will be my last day.

I practice "active shooter" drills with my students several times a year.

I keep my cabinets in my classroom largely empty - not because I don't want to fill them with tons of amazing books and materials my students can use to learn amazing things, but because I want to have places to hide twelve-year-olds.

I don't think about these things everyday. But I do think about them.

Do you deserve the right to own guns when I have to discuss how I will stuff my students into cabinets if someone comes into our school with a gun?

Do you deserve the right to own guns when I spend time EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. comforting students who are scared this will be their last school day due to an active shooting?

Are your wants worth more than the basic human rights and NEEDS of millions of children?

Tuesday is our next day back at school.

On Tuesday, we will be reading poetry.

On Tuesday, I will remind my students I love them enough to put their safety before mine.

On Tuesday I will check to be sure I have enough room in my cabinets for 26 almost-teenage bodies.

Think of me on Tuesday, gun owners.

Jan 21, 2018

Thoughts In The New Year

It's been over two months since I've written much of anything that isn't curriculum for my 7th graders. And I know that blogging has lost some of its shine, and most people are moving away from the medium to a more instant sort of communication, but I miss this space. I miss sharing words, I miss babbling on about knitting, and I miss that it got some of the thoughts out of my head and into a new space where I didn't have to worry about them so much anymore.

Since I began this blog, life has gotten dramatically fuller and more complicated. A husband, two children (one with some special needs), a familial bout with cancer, a move, a new career, and so much more! Where I used to write my way through things, I have found in the past three years or so I've simply put my head down and performed the most basic of tasks to get through my days. And it's been wonderful.

There have been so many joys I haven't shared publicly, and so many wonderful additions to my life. And I don't regret not sharing those. I am making fewer resolutions, setting fewer goals, and finding more time to snuggle and be present in the moment.

All of this, however, does not negate that I miss my fingers tapping across the keyboard. Because I do. Desperately. While I enjoy typing away for school-related reasons, I miss typing away for personal ones as well.

Does all of this mean I will blog more regularly? Who knows. But I did want to stop by, say hello, and acknowledge this space and its existence in my universe.

And to share that I have, in fact, been making things. Hats, more hats, and then some squares to be turned into blankets. The usual. I've got some other projects queued on Ravelry, but we shall see if they ever materialize. I always have grand plans to make shawls and sweaters, but it seems I am a hat maker through and through!