Full disclosure: some may not like what I have to say, that is okay! the moment you do feel that, stop reading and move on with out any further thought. Sometimes we get caught up in what could be, what we think should be, giving nothing to what actually is. Placing all of our energy… Continue reading Eat the Taco: Who Cares Who’s Watching
Tag: Mother
The World I Couldn’t Silence
An open letter to the world about my dark cloud: Anxiety. Each day starts out hopeful. I try to fit in breakfast between the "Hi Mommy" wake up in the back room, to the daily epic fight of the bottle to my littlest creation. I scour for caffeine, in any form. Usually coffee or my real… Continue reading The World I Couldn’t Silence
Free Style: The Vent Machine “An Open Letter to my Students”
"An Open Letter to my Students" As the kids would say, it's been a minute. I have started three blog posts, idling in my drafts, ready to be taken across the finish line. Yet, as my day started, its revealed itself to be a free for all kind of post day. As the title of my… Continue reading Free Style: The Vent Machine “An Open Letter to my Students”
Am I Real?
A look inside the dark corners of your sanity. The most genuine friends I'll ever have I woke up today, ready. I was ready for school, to start reviewing for their finals, to come home cook, and plow onward to a second job I picked up for extra cash. Well, 530 rolled around and my… Continue reading Am I Real?
Pedagogue, What?
The irony is strong with this one. Pedagogue "a teacher, especially a strict or pedantic one."--Thank you internet, sincerely the softest teacher in America. The crew, in the flesh. Don't mind my lack of color I just pushed a baby out of my body. I am Rachel. I am Mom. I am Teacher. I am… Continue reading Pedagogue, What?
