Grasping

We grasp so tightly to that which we love. We hold on to childhood memories, adolescent dreams, blind hope, family traditions, and loved ones with every ounce of strength in our mortal, human fingers.

I will hold on to the memory of my stillborn son, my deceased father, and my happy childhood with every breath that I take.

I will not be ashamed of my ability to grasp.

Tyler Dilts

I am, as of moments ago, a "follower" of your blog, but why not address your novel here... it's more convenient for me, anyway.

I picked up your book at the "libary," with my daughter on Thursday evening. I didn't put it down, save for the hours during which I was working, cleaning, feeding my son, grocery shopping, sleeping (very little of this), writing lesson plans, or drinking Starbucks. Suffice to say, I found it to be a snarky, good read. One-liners, anybody? Hello!

Did I mention Starbucks? Well, if I didn't, I can rest assured that you probably did. Why did you mention it more than once in A King? Sponsorship? Free coffee? If so, how can I get in on that deal?

I'm not sure whether to praise or criticize your work, Tyler Dilts. I am completely disinterested in Law & Order types, and yet I love a well-written mystery with heart. Read it, loved it, yet confused as to how you only have 20 or so followers on your site. There are too many contradictions to do either one.

"Congratualtions" on having your work published! I look forward to reading about Danny Beckett in the future!

Thankful

Last week we began a unit about thankfulness in our classroom. We were talking about those things for which we are most thankful - the things that we couldn't live without - and a student said, "I am thankful for having a bus to bring me to school, lunch to eat every single day, and a teacher that smiles at me every morning."

Long Time, No Blog

I believe that it has been just over two months since I've posted. Isaac's first Halloween has passed, and I have survived yet another start of a school year. I am busy. I am tired. Some days I feel as though my soul has been sucked out by the handful of immature, whiny, needy, tattle-tale children that have been placed in my care.

Some days, however, things aren't so bad. My students seem to learn. I am able to breathe... and smile... and laugh. Sometimes I pick up my own children at the end of that day to hear, "Hi Mommy! I love you!" Sometimes I am met with simple, genuine, warm baby hugs. There are moments when all is right with the world.

God bless working parents. Your time is divided, you serve multiple people in multiple capacities, and your time is always someone else's time. I hope that you are able to enjoy many special moments amongst all of the chaos.

MWM Turns 30