Sit and Eat Chicharones (Or Find Your Passion)

“What is it that gets you out of bed in the morning and exercising?”  “How do you write every day?”  “Why do you teach even though the climate is so bad for teachers?” These are three questions that crossed my feed this week. On the...

My Season of Obnoxious

Today’s Saturday. Dates and times are irrelevant to me for the next seven weeks until school starts. This is the time of year when you hate me. The time of year when I call you randomly, email you at all times, and disturb you at work. You get annoyed....

Breaking Up the Band

We were playing guitar, last night. My husband is a classically trained guitarist. I’m an untrained disaster. It’s a perfect combination. Sort of like The Monkees, who I loved growing up. One musician and a cute front man. I’m the cute front man. I...