SOL #23 Voice

Today I faced many challenges, both personal and professional.

This year I face many challenges, both personal and professional.

I swallowed in the hard air

held it

and huffed out the rest.

“Voiiiicccceeeeee,” said the air.

“Yes,” said my heart.

“I see it,” said my eyes.

“All right,” said my fists.

“On our way,” said my feet.

“Let’s do this,” said my mind.

And we did.

SOL #21 Living by Example

Recently I traveled to Philadelphia for a teaching conference. I had a bit of jet lag-or time lapse issues, which is a real thing, ladies and gentlemen. …Even with just an hour difference, the travel, the back and forth in a few short days was a lot for my mind and body to handle.

I’m exhausted. So that’s probably why I decided to start my blog post there, like I have to justify what I’m about to say, although I’m sure many of you avid bloggers noticed…

I missed the past few days. 😦

The first one, getting back into the groove of teaching, of being on Illinois time, of preparing for Report Cards…I just forgot. There wasn’t even a moment I remembered that day, Day 19.

Maybe I was living in the moment. Yeah, that’s totally it. Maybe I was just busy; Who knows, but I was definitely bummed as I told myself that THIS year I would blog EVERY day since I had only blogged 30 days last year.

And then, without realization, it was Day 21 and I hadn’t blogged again!!!
WHAT! I had timers that didn’t ring. I had ideas that weren’t written.
What happened?! I couldn’t even tell you.

I’m not so forgiving, my students are not so forgiving, but, I am forced to remind myself that this experience teaches an important lesson.

It will serve as a reminder that teachers are human too, that everyone makes mistakes, and sometimes we don’t always “win”.
It also requires us to recognize that having WRITTEN verses not written at all is more important. It tells me to celebrate the days that writing did occur (18, now 19) compared to the 2 days of missing…18/19 is a pretty high number if you ask me!
This moment also gives me the opportunity to highlight my co-teacher and instead of focusing on myself and what I didn’t do, celebrate what my first year co-teacher HAS done, which is blog EVERY SINGLE day so far (crossing fingers so I don’t jinx it 😛 )!!!! Let’s not make this moment about me, let’s celebrate what I didn’t do, but a friend, a colleague, a partner did. Shout out: Go, you, Brittany! 🙂

So, today I live by example in the most difficult ways and with bruised pride, but here I am standing, ready to write, and ready for round 3. I NEVER give up.

Slice of Life 2018, I’M READY FOR YOU.

SOL #18 Fits of Laughter

My tongue peels off the roof of my mouth.

 Have we taken off yet? I asked myself while starring out the window of the American Airlines plane.

My eyes begged the same question as they scanned the isle, the windows, the nearby seats.

Parched, cried my throat.

I was desperate. And, as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. I figured I waited long enough, so I stretched to get my water bottle and yanked it up from below my legs.

My hand frantically searched for the  mouth-piece release button and eagerly pushed it in.

Without warning, water spewed like a fountain from my water bottle directly into the plane ceiling above me! 

But not just above me…

“What was that?!” Said the man diagonally in front of me, looking around.

“I don’t know…” Trailed the woman positioned in the seat before me, still searching for the source.


“Look!” Pointed the man at the cluster of water droplets dangling above his companion’s head. 

He was answered with a puzzled look and could only respond with a face of confusion.

Where had the water come from on a plane over 30,000 feet high???!

I did everything I could to suppress my fits of laughter. Hold your breath, Amanda! 

I think it’s safe to say, we are well in the air.

Thanks, air pressure.

SOL #17

Dancing with my best friend. 

Feeling alive with each sway, each movement of body to the beat. 

Moment alive, in the music we live. 

Tomorrow is the something that hasn’t happened yet. 

Yesterday is the nothing that occurred. 

I am here. 

I am now. 


Today was a haze. Waking up, or rather, not going to bed the night before worrying about flying for the first time by myself. Hang only flown as a lost puppy a mere four years ago.

Or maybe it was the fact that the Uber ride ditched us  in the morning and threatened my arrival time by leaving without a word.  Perhaps it was the fact that my looming health issue blossomed into a burning rose.

“You can come to the front now, you’re prescription has been filled,” said the doctor at what had to be faster than lightning speed.

“Okay!” I relied, speed walking to catch up to her.

“Weeeeee ohhhhh!” blared the blindingly shiny silver light on the wall.

“There has been, ” spoke the speaker on the wall, “an emergency reported in the building, please go to fire stairwells and do not use elevators.”

I smelled smoke, but didn’t see. Luckily as fire trucks sped to us, the doctor allowed me to leave.
When I finally made it back to my hotel, I was pooped. Five o’clock PA time meant I lost and hour and still needed to be functioning at six for our dinner and work time.

My mind went to it… “Just fifteen minutes??” I begged myself, like I was a child.

I allowed it, springing up into action when the time was up only to be startled by, “There has been an emergency reported in the building, please go to fire stairwells and do not use elevators.”

“WHAT?! AGAIN??!!” I thought. This is a different building!!

There was never a reason given for why both alarms were triggered.. All I know is that no matter where I go, ALL OF PHILADELPHIA IS I ON FIRE!!! 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥

SOL #14 The Challengers, The Favorites

You can’t say which ones are your favorites, although you know you do-have them, I mean. For me, it’s the tricky ones. The, you can’t figure me out, I’m too tough for you, sneaky-sly ones that get me.

The ones that say, “Want a challenge? I’m here! COME AND GET IT.”

I have one like that this  year. As defiant as they come, as resistant to work as possible.

Yet, somehow, this student has put up bulletin boards, collected school-wide incentive papers, organized library materials, held in-depth book discussions, and most importantly completed subject tasks–on the good days.

So I wanted to write a letter to those Challengers because you are my favorites and you DESERVE it, but when I began, it was a start, but it wasn’t enough. And, because you are so important, friends, I wait to write tomorrow, where my mind is new and my writing is crisp.

Until then…





SOL #13 The Day’s Say

Head down, bent over.
Hands rake it, gather it together.

Up it goes.
Time for business.

Each bounce is a new reminder of to-dos on the list.
Each sway is another check on done.

Pull it, not so snug, an inch away.
Little parts linger and stray.

Not so busy, little boxes checked.
Daring to be free, down fingers glide.

And loosely it hangs.
Work’s crease is left from the day.

Tug on the ends and off it springs.
Free at last.

Daring to be
No longer
The Day’s Say.

SOL #12 Our Home

I saw it in your eyes.

Our almost home. When we opened up the doorway and let the sunlight leak in onto the hardwood floors. We were there, just moments away from everything we’ve wanted for a decade.

I jumped at the opportunity. I grabbed your hand and saw that sparkle in your eyes. I knew we were there.

I held it in. That burst of, “Oh my god. It’s going to happen.”

It might. It just might. If not today, then tomorrow.

And, when it does, I’m going to put that moment in my heart. It’ll stay there for eternity.

SOL #11 Our Didn’t Do Day

Today we didn’t shower.

We didn’t get out of bed before eleven.

We didn’t drive our cars.

We didn’t go outside, except to let our dog go potty.

We didn’t wash our clothes.

We didn’t vacuum the floors.

We didn’t clean the litter box-sorry kitties!

We didn’t do the chores.

We didn’t do our work or prepare for the week ahead.

Today, we just didn’t. And it was perfect spending my didn’t do day with you.