03/29/2026
I’m mad. Mad at politics harming people I love. Mad at the fact that after nearly 30 years of teaching, I’m struggling to afford to live in the same county in which I teach and my daughter goes to school. Mad that I cannot get adequate care for an autoimmune disease I suffer with because insurance doesn’t think they should cover it. Mad that obedience and compliance is prioritized over individuals’ needs in the district in which I work.
This week is spring break. I’m soaking in the hot springs. I’m hiking the land. I’m listening to the birds. I’m creating some art just for me.
Filling my own cup from nature and creation this week, letting the Earth hold me, lovingly, so that I may lovingly hold my family and students and myself the last two months of school.
Resistance comes in many forms. Survival is one of them.