A while back, whilst riding around town with my fellow, I asked him what CDs were in the player. He shrugged. “I don’t know that I’ve ever put a CD in here.” (And yet, according to the display there were three. He’s had the car for almost two years, so that was amusing.) So eject was pushed, and out popped 3 CDs. One of them was a generic CD with Sharpie labeling that read, “To Anna with Love.”
I am the sort of goober who loves a) any gift where love and thought are the primary ingredients, and b) a good love story… so of course we had to listen to it. As I recall, whoever loved Anna had pretty good tastes in music and my fellow and I very much enjoyed the impromptu concert.
Recently, said fellow was having a rough week.Read More »
I have to be bleeding in the street to ask for (or even accept) help, even with something as simple as carrying a heavy package. This is a fact that frustrates those who love me and don’t want to wait until I am actually bleeding in the street to help. I suspect that my lack of vulnerability was one of my biggest faults contributing to the end of my marriage.
I laugh when I want to cry and I never let ANYONE see me cry. (Except at movies. Weirdly, I have no problems letting people see me cry if a movie is on.)
I’m not good at discussing my shortcomings. I spend much of my life trying to convince everyone (including myself) that I am super-woman. Part of my personal purpose for this blog is forcing myself to be vulnerable. It’s a bit like aversion therapy. Hopefully this blog will prove more productive than sticking my hand in a fire to prove I’m not afraid of the flames.Read More »
Due in part to the season of Thanksgiving and a recent quest for positivity, I took a moment to stop and appreciate the things that I have, and the opportunities and talents I’ve been given. In no particular order, I give you…Read More »
Everyone had one growing up… a favorite teacher. If you were lucky (and I was) you had several. My first grade teacher, Mrs. Barra, was kind and lovely and helped me learn to read. My ninth grade English teacher, Mr. Schwartz, taught me to enjoy real literature (and always asked his students to take out a “slice of paper”). My college biology professor, Dr. Killian awarded me the “most improved student” award after our second test (a 2-liter bottle of Kroger’s “Dr. K.” soda) taught me to love learning and the essentials of chemiosmotic phosphorylation.
I have it on good authority that my sister, Sara Roark, is one of those teachers who falls into that “favorite” category for many many students. I know this because we’re friends on Facebook, and students she taught a dozen years ago still regularly pop up on her wall to tell her how much she affected their lives and many of them still call her “Momma Roark”.Read More »
There is currently a lot of hate and negativity in this world. For the last few months between the political landscape, the loss of civility both in person and online, I’ve been grappling with a fair amount of despair. And then, for about a week, I posted something uplifting on Facebook every day. The first couple of days because I stumbled upon stuff that moved me. The last few because I was actively looking for positivity.
As it turns out, in looking for positivity, I felt more positive. Less angsty. Putting joy into the universe brought joy back to me.Read More »