A week ago, our house was filled from top to bottom with a toxic yellow gray smoke that originated from a hot oil fire on the stove. It wasn’t the oil fire that the smoke was from. The smoke came from the melted, yep, MELTED microwave that the oil fire had fried. I was the culprit. Yep, me. Usually careful, safety conscious, mom of a me was the culprit. I was wiped out when I had come home from aRead more
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Just Passing Through…
I went to school in a rush today, and left behind me a wake of needs answered and needs unmet. I walked into work with a myriad of needs to be addressed, some ordinary, some extra. I checked things off the list, and tried to be “all there” in the midst of putting out this fire or that, checking off this list or that. And at 11:00, it hit me. The funeral was today. A teacher who had retired hadRead more
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