A Little Lost

Whenever my mom comes for a visit she is always amazed at how busy I am. Compared to other working moms, I do nothing special. I work my job (teaching), I write or edit Amy and my next book, and I’ll send out a brochure or two for Two Teachers on the Edge, LLC. In addition to my job(s), I have my children and husband. You have all heard before. I know I’ve written about the added responsibilities associated with my girls and my husband, not to mention my house…I hate cleaning, just hate it, and lastly, our two dogs. They would absolutely starve without me.

You have to understand that my mom did all of this to, sans the paying job until I was in middle school. My mom has spent the majority of her married life as a stay-at-home mom and wife. During these years, she was very active in the PTA’s of our youth, she has taught PSR at our church, and now sings and acts for multiple theater and singing groups. So it’s not like she sat around eating bon bons. I remember her clearly cleaning the kitchen for the 100th time that day before she retired to bed. She still does that (I do not). I clean after dinner then I’m done.

I have come to the conclusion that I am a workaholic. I have accepted this and so have the other people in my life. It’s hard always needing something to work on. If I want to be honest, I don’t even know where this attribute has come from. My dad has always worked, but I would never term him a workaholic. He would much prefer a good long game of golf or cooking over gas range flame. So why?

I know this fact drives everyone in my life slightly crazy. Poor Amy. She never knows what I’m going to pull her into next. But…well… it’s her fault. She’s the one who signed on the dotted line a little over a year ago promising to be my business partner. My husband is the best. He does NOT understand this internal drive in me, but he supports it. My girls grin and bear it. I have to say that I do not put them on the back burner. I make time for them and their activities. If I’m not working at school or in my office, then I am taking them somewhere, attending one of their games, tumbling class, and I even coach Audrey’s volleyball team even though I am scared to death of the ball. My friends just think I’m nuts.

So what does this have to do with the title? Well, school is out, and I’m a bit lost. I miss my kids, my teacher friends, and my school. I do not miss waking up, but I miss just about everything else. I like when my mind is working, when I’m coming up with lessons and solutions and…..and…..and…. This year I will be an assistant principal or vice principal, whichever terminology you prefer. I am super excited for this new chapter in my life, but I am nervous. The additional and new responsibilities will make me regret this blog come November, I’m sure, but that’s okay. I like being in the thick of things. I like thinking about everything and I love talking about educations.

I think I’ll call Amy….I have an idea.

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Burnt Toast….

burnt toast

 His Mom Served Burnt toast , but he was shocked when his Dad said this.

                                                               By WesleyTurnipseed

“When I was about eight or nine, my mom burnt some toast .

One night that stood out in my mind is when she had made dinner for us after a very long and rough day at work, She placed a plate of jam and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. Not slightly burnt but completely blackened toast.

I was just waiting to see if anyone noticed the burnt toast and would say anything. But Dad just ate his toast and asked me if I did my homework and how my day was. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my mom apologizing to dad for burning the toast. And I’ll never forget what he said:

“Sweetie, I love burned toast.”

Later that night, I went to tell my dad good night and ask him if he really liked his toast burned. He put his arm on my shoulder and said,

“Your momma put in a very long day at work today and she was very tired. And besides, A burnt toast never hurts anyone but you know what does? Harsh words!”

The he continued to say “You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like every other human. What I’ve learned over the years, is that learning to accept each other’s faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important keys for creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who don’t.”

My friend posted this on Facebook but it honestly could have been written for my dad. He always said he liked burnt food because his mother often burned food due to a lousy oven that baked way too hot! He said she told him it would make his hair curly if he ate it, it was perfectly straight until the day he passed away. I just had to share this sweet story. My dad shows up almost every day. Miss you dad.



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Lori and I are lucky enough to be surrounded by some amazing educators and friends. If the saying is true that you are only as good as those you spend time with, then we are truly blessed.

There is one particular couple that stands out. These people are educators to the core. They have traveled all over the world with the Peace Corp helping to make positive changes in the lives of the people they met. They have spent over 40 years teaching English in foreign countries and in America to students who have immigrated here.

I have learned so much from each of them. They are not just my educational heroes; they are my role models for making the world a better place by their constant kindness and compassionate acts. They always go above and beyond.  I am sure they have no ideas how many lives they have touched and changed because it is just what they do naturally and are so humble about it all.

This week they lost a young member of the family. These unselfish people took in this relative, her family, and helped her to pass with dignity and grace. She asked to stay at their home. She too was an educator and an awesome inspiration to all who met her. She was originally given 3 months to live when diagnosed, she lived over 3 years.

I got to meet her once when she came to my classroom to teach about Japanese culture. She taught us to use chopsticks well and make origami. She was here in town for cancer treatment, and still took time to share her knowledge with my class. The students remembered that lesson well. They prayed for her often and were in awe of her will to live.

I am sad for this woman and her family, however I know that my 2 friends will look out for her children and keep her alive through the memories they shared.

The world truly lost a special person. Rest peacefully my dear, you lived a good life, and you will not be forgotten.

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What’s Going On?

Many of my students during the course of the year ask me time and time again what I do over the weekend and what will I do over the summer. These two questions seem to pop up all the time. I know many of them secretly believe that teachers sleep at school. That although we drive away at the end of the day, we sneak back into the school when no one is watching. But we don’t.

Here goes.

This summer has been very busy so far. My oldest, Melanie, graduated from high school so we had to prepare and give the party. This took a lot of time and I try to cook all the food, which I love to do, but it does take time. We had a wonderful turn out and she was very pleased.

Amy and I meet almost daily to write our children’s series of books. So far we have completed ten and have sent them off to Tate Publishing. Our first book is deep into production and we hope to see our cover soon. We have our fingers crossed that it will be in stores and on Amazon in the fall. We CANNOT wait to see our book in print and we hope to share it with a lot of children, families, and schools.

I have been returning to school a few times a week to do interviews for new teachers. We feel we hired fantastic replacements for those who cannot be replaced. Although we will miss the people who are leaving our school deeply, life does go on and we need the best for our babies. Hopefully and with many prayers, we found them. (No Pressure:))

The pool has been a favorite already. I take my little one most afternoons, or at least when it’s not raining, for a bit of exercise and relaxation. We stay a few hours then return home so I can make dinner.

Mom stayed with me for the week. We have fun doing crossword puzzles, reading, swimming, shopping, and relaxing. She’s a hoot and I wish with all my heart that my parents would move to my town and live next door.

For my language arts kids, you should know that I have already read five books. Maybe you should cook me food as a prize for reading the most books. Who ever beats my total will get a special prize.

That’s about it so far. There’s other mundane activities like cleaning my house, going to the gym, and attempting to sleep in. I know that some of my kids read our blog so this entry is for them. I also want them to know that it has been two weeks since break has started and just like I told them….I do miss them. Terribly.


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A Great Weekend

IMG_5585 I spent the weekend with my mother in WV. My niece had her bridal shower so it was a wonderful family celebration weekend. We were driving back to my mother’s apartment, which is a small one bedroom place with just a parking lot, no carports or garages, and no fluff.

Anyhow, as we were driving home from the shower we had to pass my childhood home; the house where my mother raised all 6 of us with the love of her life, my father, and made a lifetime of memories. I said to her, “I wish we were turning in right here, you know?” She agreed but said one of her profound statements, like always. “You know that house is full of so many wonderful memories, but I am in a safe place and my heart is where I am, it is not the building, it is the feeling you get when you are truly “HOME” that makes a place home.”

Of course she is right, and when I woke up in the middle of the night and looked around her apartment, I felt…well….that same feeling, comfort, peace, safety, home. Mom is always right. It is all about what you make out of this world. It is how you look at things. It is your reaction to the events around you. Many people live in a much more luxurious way, but aren’t as happy as my mother. She truly is a remarkable lady. Glad to have her every day.

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