Tag Archives: Writing

How do you measure a day?

Breathing in and out, I sit to write as the day closes. One babe just blinked his eyes closed, while another reads. Today has brought both joy and frustration. Compromises and love. I find myself at the end of the day, happy, yet somehow unsatisfied. I have writing projects that need attention. I turn awayContinue reading “How do you measure a day?”

Habit forming.

Habit forming. March 2, 2018   I’m working on a new habit of opening my computer to continue my writing. I’m working on a new habit of being OK even when I’m in what I sense to be an uncomfortable situation. With bells ringing, trucks beeping, people talking, fans whirring, engines, motors, beings, all conceivablyContinue reading “Habit forming.”

Keys to playing the publishing game.

Today I sat down to write and found myself sketching out ideas for how the ground the revision of a paper. I found myself then re-reading an article on publishing by 3 amazing women in #mathed that further inspired my learning Here is what I am learning about playing the publishing game… Contribution. You have somethingContinue reading “Keys to playing the publishing game.”

Lost and found.

Hidden while shown. Aimless with purpose. Calm while anxious. Cerebral and intense. In an unfamiliar land, I don’t hear my home tongue. The sights and sounds overwhelm my senses. Contributing to a simultaneous state of confusion. Alertness. –stop– wandering– where did I go? Confusion endurance. A goal. Mixed media. Art performance. Teach. Math identity. Winter.Continue reading “Lost and found.”

Perfect amidst imperfection.

Perfect amidst imperfection. Written August 9, 2017   Sometimes the absence of something is the trigger to realize it is essential to our way of life. Writing is like that for me. Academic writing, free writing, journal writing, blog writing, sketching, or some other form of creative expression through dance, yoga, music, art. From thisContinue reading “Perfect amidst imperfection.”

I see, I feel.

I see, I feel. I see the shifting seasons before my eyes. As the leaves fall from branches willing to let go. I feel it in my bones. As the breeze calms through the open sills.   My progress today helps me plan for tomorrow. I give myself time to be in it. To getContinue reading “I see, I feel.”

Fullness.

With a greater sense of awareness, I am learning to feel full. Fullness to me means completeness, happiness, and success. Success in this case is not measured by worldly accomplishments, gold stars, or publications, but rather by doing what I love. Doing what I love has taken great time, attention, and awareness to cultivate. It takes dedication,Continue reading “Fullness.”

Share your passion.

If you know me, or have met me, you likely know that I wear my emotions on my sleeve. I’ve recently been told that my 4 year old son does the same, for which I am proud. Being in tune to your emotions and feelings should be celebrated regardless of age, gender, status, etc. ThisContinue reading “Share your passion.”