matches

“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can’t strike them all by ourselves; we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen for example, would come from the breath of the person you love; the candle would be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches. For a …

too

Still here. You too. There was one you that left. Negative space. I worried it like a kid who’d lost a tooth. Felt the missing piece of me. But you’re still here. You’ve been here all along with your arm to lean on, and a sigh that wishes I’d take care of myself a bit more. You brought pie. You brought me flowers. You refused to imagine the world without …

do it

Images taken from London Deanery, “Some Theory” in regards to course development and assessment. This leads to discussion on Boyer’s redefinition of scholarship, but that’s another post. (What’s good for the goose is good for the gander…or student and professor). The juxtasposition of Bloom’s taxonomy and Millery’s pyramid gives rise to many nuggets of consideration. None of them will be answered in the next few minutes when I have to …

Simple goal

Simple goal: sleep through the night. It’s been bad. Debating whether or not it’s better to push through or give it up and keel sideways right now. The sleeping pill is looking like a lesser evil as I go on the nth day of sleep deprivation.

where it’s at

Saw the neurologist. Staying the course. He has no idea why I am retaining water and my boobs might go up a size or two in a day. (I swear it’s like I am nursing). But I am also having hot flashes and this could be noise related to perimenopause. Anyway, he said that particular thing is not him. The left leg hypersensitivity (interpretation of light touch as pain, tingling, …

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