A Silent Summer

A few weeks ago, I started making a list of things that I want to do this summer. The list reads like every other incomplete list from every previous summer: go to the museum; read; write; work on Letters’ Lounge; go fishing; go to the gym. Everything I want to do this summer is something that I’ve wanted to do every other summer. At the end of every summer, the list is always incomplete. Continue reading “A Silent Summer”

I’m Too Scared to Answer the Questions Writing Asks of Me

Instead of recording a “hand dance” tonight, I decided that I would work on a blog post. For about two hours, I was planning out a post (sometimes, I actually do make a plan for these things). The more I worked on the plan, the more disjointed my ideas became. Then, my mind wandered onto a topic that I’ve been avoiding for quite some time. Continue reading “I’m Too Scared to Answer the Questions Writing Asks of Me”


I’ve washed my hands at least a dozen times in the six hours since this happened. I sincerely hope that the tie-dye t-shirts turn out. There are still four more to finish tomorrow.

This happened a couple of weeks ago while planting seeds. I wish I could explain myself.

March Break?

I feel out of touch with the world. I spend my time worrying about how I’m going to live my life instead of experiencing it. I don’t understand, or share, most of the concerns of the people who I spend most of my time interacting with. My notion of reality – the “real world” – is narrated by my Twitter feed and YouTube clips. Continue reading “March Break?”

Every(body) Student Just Wants to be Seen

One thing that really gets me right pissed is insolence. When teaching, students who willfully ignore me drive me up the fucking wall. They love it; I can only imagine how amusing I look when I get angry.

Another thing that really gets me is when students start to believe that they are stupid. It happens more often than we realize, and it’s rare that students will open up about it. The other day, some students I was working with opened up to me about it. Continue reading “Every(body) Student Just Wants to be Seen”