The second you decided to step in front of a classroom, you agreed to spend your day on a stage. They are watching you all the time: the students, the administration, the parents, the media, the world. They are looking at your test scores. They are examining your data. They are hoping you will be […]
After thirty-plus years in a place I love, my family of four suddenly moved from the Midwest to the West. We traded lakes for mountains and four seasons for eternal sunshine, and I know what I'm SUPPOSED to say: "This is incredible! Everything is okay and I am super duper fine!" But guys. Change is kind of scary sometimes, and I'm not quite sure where home is anymore.
In the meantime, this site has become my home, and I'm so happy you're here. Let's prove it's okay to admit when things aren't 100% amazing 100% of the time. Let's celebrate our successes and our messy, beautiful imperfections (and that's coming from a Type A perfectionist, so this may take a minute). I am on a mission to embrace change, and I'd love for you to join me. Here we go.
I am a high school teacher from Michigan who (reluctantly) moved across the country when I was six months pregnant. Now that I'm in California, I spend my days snuggling a preschooler, dancing with a 6-year-old, and wandering aimlessly around the few locations I can find without using Google Maps. Since the move, my work has been published by Writer's Digest and The Writer, and is regularly featured on The Huffington Post, Scary Mommy, and The Mighty, among others.
I'm also a confusing mix of contradictions and neuroses: as a member of SAG-AFTRA, I relish the thrill of a film set, but the stage fright struggle is real. I'm an anxious ambivert who both yearns for alone time and profoundly misses the company of other adults. I prefer my words (and my people) genuine, with a side of good-natured sarcasm.
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