All posts filed under: Have a think about this

Kindness Doesn’t Cost Much

On a daily basis, I try to maintain the idea that humans are not inherently cruel. I work to be kind to the people I come into contact with, whether it is a stranger, a friend, or a coworker. The golden rule we learned alongside building block towers and playing house still rings true: treat people the way you want to be treated. I would like to think if I were hurting or hungry, that somebody would step up to bat for me. Sometimes, I’m unfortunately reminded that humans have the power to be pitiless, distant, and extremely apathetic. I found myself sitting on the ground somewhere in Queens, alone, exhausted, sweaty, and frustrated. I had accidentally looked down at the wrong time on the subway, and before I knew it, the subway doors had closed and I missed my stop. Unsure of what else to do, I jumped off the subway at the next stop hoping it would be similar to taking the wrong exit; get off at the next exit and get back …

Progressions

On my tenth birthday, I stood impatiently by the screen door at the log cabin, waiting for my father to carry the big secret indoors. My parents had been tip toeing around for weeks regarding my birthday present. For two individuals who were no longer married, they had displayed an amount of teamwork that could only mean something big was coming, something special, something I had been eyeing for months. Whenever my mother would drag me out to go grocery shopping, I would accompany her only on the stipulation that we could stop into “Daddy’s Junky Music.” I only asked for one thing for my tenth birthday. My dad had even taken me into the music store to HYPOTHETICALLY pick out the one I wanted…IF I were lucky enough to be given one…Just in case…. Somehow, it was still a complete surprise when my father carried my first guitar by its neck up the porch steps and into the living room at the log cabin. I squealed, and darted toward the guitar, ripped off its …

Dear Modern Day Teenagers of 2012

Dear Modern Day Teenagers of 2012, Listen up. I made it through, and so will you. I have a few matters I’d like to discuss with you, but it is out of respect and compassion that I am bringing these matters to the surface. I will deliver this “tough love” with all the sincerity, understanding, and honesty I can muster. I will try to be gentle when I can, I will always be kind, but I will never lie to you. I am here because I was once one of you. I feel you. I get it.  I wish somebody on the outside had taken the time to sit down with me and explain some of these things to me. We have a few issues to discuss. Have a seat. First of all, unclench. I’m not your principal, your guidance counselor, or either of your parents. I bet it feels like they are all pretty hard on you sometimes. I bet it feels like they are attempting to make your life as a teenager miserable, …

Sometimes We Lose Touch

Sometimes, for whatever reason, we lose touch. We don’t just lose touch with friends, family, and each other; we also lose touch with ourselves. We lose touch with reality. Our jobs, our cars, our personal agendas all take on the roll of the intangible delicacies of life, and we forget that these things will never love us back. We forget what is important in life. My college dorm mate and I had an interesting two years living together, probably because we were the two most opposite people that could have shared a living space. Not just a living space, but two desks, two dressers, two beds, and all contents belonging to two individuals crammed into what felt like a 4×8 cement cell. Dorm style living is never glamorous, especially when it is forced upon you for two years by your university. Dorm living sucked. Can I get an AMEN? Ashley was a cheerleader in high school, and I was a basketball and volleyball player. I surfed, she sewed. I liked rock and she liked country. …

Ten Things I Learned From My Mom.

(In no particular order of importance!) 1. Take pride in being a STRONG woman: I come from a family of strong women. In my eyes, my own mother is the definition of a strong woman. We are living in a world that associates being a strong woman with words like “dyke” and “bitch”. Excuse my language, I try to keep it clean on my blog unless it pertains directly to what I’m writing, and in this case, it does. I feel compelled to express the concern I had when I dove into the teaching profession head first, and was quickly acquainted with the enormity of negative synonyms for the word “woman” my students could come up with on their own. If we don’t start broadcasting that being a strong woman means forming opinions, having a voice, and thinking critically, we are facing the loss of brilliant minds. Instead of putting women down, we need to cultivate self-worth, positivity, and possibilities. Mamma taught me to hold my head high! 2. Embrace your Scars: It is your …