Absolutely Not! Won’t Allow!

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*Love to read the dictionary! Read the dictionary all my life, sometimes in lieu of achieving a goal.


Life’s bubbles


Why is it so hard to see outside my bubble?

My sweet comfortable bubble…

Life is good!

With ups and downs

But for some good reason,

My bubble hasn’t burst!

Everyone has their own bubble

Like a Venn diagram sometimes we overlap


Have our differences…

It is easy to see the comparison,

 but not always the contrast.

I like my bubble.

Thank you School District #______


Thank you for the opportunity to be part of your team.  Yet, I’ve always been curious if my hire was to jab the outgoing super by my outgoing principal.  A joke?  Oh well, my 3 month stint finally rolled into a 12 year career.

Yes, I was let go twice, but diligence found me another spot.  Definitely low man on the totem pole.

Went to my first union meeting and heard, “We are not going to let some 50 year old come in here and change the way we do things.”  Decided not to attend those meetings anymore.  Not sure what I had done.  The speaker didn’t even know me or why I wanted the job.

During my tenure I worked all 4 schools, 9 different principals; teaching music, art, reading and librarian.  Passions all for me.  One principal confided some years later, she didn’t like me when we first met. 

You might be wondering, why start teaching again at 50.  My daughter was heading off to school, so it seemed logical.  A job would help pay college tuition.  We were finishing up 24 years of unschooling in our home.

An unschooling background?  What? Not mentioned in my resume, you can be sure.  The team heard about our unschooling 10 years into my career.

Let’s digress…

How did my children do with an unschooling background?

Excellent!  They keep learning – very autodidactic.  A software developer – now a director of development, a production coordinator for national commercials, a project manager for an international interiors firm who is striving to find full time employment as a writer; I am very proud of my 3 children.  Most importantly they are happy, caring people.

I’ve got the cart before the horse.  I’d rather write about our unschooling journey.

Installments to come !

Still, Thank you School District #_______



Waiting again

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How many ways do we wait? 

… for our turn 

      at the grocery store 

      or bathroom 

… for a stop light 

… for an appointment 

      … to board a plane 

… for someone to wake up 

… for another to get well 

      … to get well yourself 

… for grief to heal 

… for a loved one to come home 

      … to fall asleep 

… for a special event to happen 

… for the Cubs to win 

      … to figure it out 

… for an idea 

… for an answer 

      … to be happy again 

… for the next in a series 

… for the ___ to be repaired 

      … to win! 

Fill the time with thinking 

      Not empty waiting! 

To whom it may concern

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There are things I can’t say to you now


They are tucked away inside







But for now-





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Silently, patiently, waiting


Two televisions on different channels

Staff chit chatting

Someone working at a desk

Snacks being opened



Throat clearing

Doors opening and closing


Vending machines


People sitting



Engaged with technology


Glazed looks


Waiting for jury duty

Oh my it has only been 17 minutes…

Out in the hall

Lawyers talking to clients

Waiting for your turn

Discouragment, encouragement

A world so different from mine

Hearing two televisions is quite wearing, hoping to silence the noise!

“When I Fly”


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Now that we are planning to move to another part of the country, I’m finding all my collections that have been squirreled away.  What to do?  Should we find new homes for them?  It was the process and not the product.  Or am I allowed to keep them?  Share them with others!  

What kind of collections are we talking about?

Rock and shell collections.  Chambered nautilus, sand dollar, shells of many shapes and sizes, some have gone to a nature center, but these have special meaning.   Undefined meaning, but special!  From my perch on the sofa I can see the crystals my dad bought as he traveled across the countryside.   In the basement is my quartz science project.  My grandfather built the wooden carrying case just for the project.  It went to the state science fair. 

Antique furniture.  We have pieces that my grandparents had when they got married.  Coffee grinder, vanity table and mirror.  An assortment of antiques that don’t have a family connection, but are dear to my heart.  Books…

My husband has collections of tools, wood, car parts, gardening supplies, you name it, he might have it.  He has frequently mentioned that we need a moving van for his basement and we can replace anything that is upstairs.

Deep down it looks like all the collections will follow us wherever we might go.

“When I fly”

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