I'm like a house that's been set on fire. Firefighters put it out in time to save it. The house is only damaged. It can be restored and made more beautiful than before.
Category: Education
I Would Not See, a poem dedicated to my co-workers
I took one last walk down the hall. My husband waited for me there. I could believe I would not see Your eyes drop down at the ground, or you smile through clenched teeth to say, "One day more." I waited for this day to come, and when it did, I smiled wide until I… Continue reading I Would Not See, a poem dedicated to my co-workers
Writing about Goodbye
Poetry contains photographs. Old school poetry didn’t interest me much, but when introduced to early twentieth century poets, my world changed. Poems didn’t have to rhyme. Lines could break. You could paint with words or create pictures through the placement of words. In my last blog, I wrote about how we, as writers and teachers,… Continue reading Writing about Goodbye
A Purpose to Write
Writing has dominated my life. Reader: (most sarcastic voice) Becca, I had no idea. I communicate better through writing than when I talk face-to-face because it could depend on which side of my personality I wish expose or hide when I speak with someone. Most of the time, I have little time write my memoir,… Continue reading A Purpose to Write
Why Music Drives Me
Even when I work late at night, I have something playing in the background. via Why Music Drives Me
Monsters in the Closet
This is something I wrote on my other blog about being a mom and teaching. The struggle is real in teaching right now, and we often get vague ideas as to why. No one is talking about the depth of it. I finally lay my story down in the hopes someone will get something from… Continue reading Monsters in the Closet
Parting with Anger
I've written about anger before ... In poems for my memoir .... Anger's Beginning Anger itself is not violent, but when left to fester, it can become a hurricane sweeping through the Caribbean to Florida up through my home state, South Carolina. Those storms are never forgotten. The reason I write about my experience with… Continue reading Parting with Anger
When Dolphins Bite: 5 Things to 2015
I look forward to a new year. As I told my son, it's a new start in more ways than one. I'm almost finished with graduate school. The end is in sight. It feels like I've been in college again for more than a decade, which makes me wonder how people go to school straight… Continue reading When Dolphins Bite: 5 Things to 2015
The Rain (A Metaphor for Special Education)
I am a firm believer in speaking out. I have had to pick and choose what I say because of my profession as a teacher, but certain causes deserve attention. For me, those causes include poverty, breastfeeding, and special education. So, today I share I poem I wrote as a metaphor for the needs necessary… Continue reading The Rain (A Metaphor for Special Education)
Days of a Working Writer
I want to write. I got to write. Cliches. Who minds? Little time to write more than a few words. Complete sentences, maybe. Is it sign I'm lazy, or just the sign of the times working from six a.m. or sometimes five. Head stuck in a book. Close the book. Son wakes up. Sweet… Continue reading Days of a Working Writer
Corrie's Season 