Today's post is written by my student, Katrina King. As a mother, I can relate to the love and pride she expresses for her daughter in this letter. I hope to write a letter like this to Maggie someday. Dear Kai Hey girl, so I got an assignment in my Comp class, and I think it… Continue reading Dear Kai
I found myself whispering, too, even though I wasn’t the one hiding in a closet while a drunken man beat on the door. “Bridgett, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. You do not have to answer that door. DO NOT answer the door, okay?” Bridgett cried snotty tears on the other end of the phone. “But… Continue reading Say yes
Let me give you guys a quick snapshot of my life right now. I'm wrapping up my position as a full-time faculty member at a community college, grading finals like a demon while saying plenty of sad goodbyes to colleagues and students. I receive daily emails which I print out to add to my "kudos"… Continue reading #bestprobs
Jane, Jane, Jane, You'll probably kill me for this (or at least you'll want to). I can't stop thinking about writing this letter to you, and when I can't get something off my mind, I take action. I think you know this about me, so I'm pretty sure you'll forgive me even though you don't… Continue reading Not so plain Jane
Lizard, Thank you for breaking me in back when I turned 22. There was nothing Taylor Swift about it. Your dad and I tied the knot three weeks after I graduated from college and three weeks after my birthday, and I frantically searched for employment while serving as your stepmom. I felt like I was… Continue reading Teaching me to mother
*Over the next few days, I'll be posting essays by my amazing students who wrote in response to the question, "What are three gifts--proverbial or literal--that you've been given in 2013, and why are they significant to you?" Their responses made me laugh, cry, and most of all, thank God for the opportunity to invest… Continue reading The gift of a second chance
Day 25 in the Dear Gratitude project is submitted by yours truly :). Dear Need, I first remember meeting you, Need, when my father fell from his heroic platform in my mind. Grappling with drug addiction, he stood in our living room in Augusta, Kansas, in 1984, and admitted that he had fallen for Caroline.… Continue reading Day 25: Dear Need
