Back in March of 2020, we all had to learn to navigate the unknown. It was extreme, but since then, I definitely learned that the “I don’t yet” moments in life are completely acceptable and they also have healing properties.
In an attempt to fine-tune my reading focus, I even jumped on the fidget craze. I know they aren't currently trending as hard, but this teacher approves.
This kind of bitterness and jealousy leads to what some may refer to as Haterade.
I have another fun and creative hobby in addition to blogging. My dear friend Joji and I started a podcast in September called Jenn and Joji Podcast. Joji is a registered nurse and a caregiver to her mother, a stroke survivor. Often, our conversations and lifestyle ideas and experiences overlap across nursing, teaching, caregiving, and... Continue Reading →
Thanks to my dad, a big part of my childhood was lake time with my family during camping trips to enjoy boating and water sports.
My job as executive producer of a live daily show featuring social-emotional learning, an unnerving safety plan that was on a loop in my mind everyday, similar to that of the videos shown before taking flight on an aircraft in case there's a crash will soon be over.
During one of our drunken chats a few years ago, we came up with a big goal of starting a blog or a podcast. It was an alcohol fueled idea.
A lot can be achieved early in the morning. So I have heard.
My anxiety during my son's swim lesson had nothing to do with water.
When I got my first smart phone around 2008ish, I referred to it as My Beloved. I'm over it. Kind of. We're just friends now. Almost.
How I manage my phone dependency.
Going alcohol free for a while brought 3 benefits that were effective almost immediately.
It's 2021. Let's try to quit booze and Instagram. Why not?
I studied the part of my cultural identity map that is tricky; the part that brings up all the feelings.
Words and thoughts surrounding anti-racism and public education.
Once again, decluttering scammed me into giving up my precious time.
I would have had huge regrets if I chose not to go.
If it meant verbally putting something out there in the air, even if it isn't exactly words; perhaps a long and heavy sigh, or the sound that you make when you pretend (or really do) pull your hair out before the children enter the room, this is what sometimes needed to be done.
I have been burying all of it in my STUFF (in a very orderly way, of course).
Until Jenn 