A while back I wrote a blog “to the tiny human makers” it was a spin off of a conversation my work wife and I had about how much we really love our kiddos and how much we want the parents to know that.Lately though I’ve been thinking about why I work with kids. And I… Continue reading Why: not for now, but later.
The snow was incredibly discombobulating. It was stressful. It was in no way, shape or form an easy low week. It wasn’t restful. It was full of questions and worry.I am trying to figure out how something so peaceful was full of anything but peace. The snow caused me to feel a little lost. One… Continue reading what the snow taught me.
I can tell you the month and the year (if not the date) of every tragic, hard thing that has happened in my life. I can tell you where I was, what I was doing. I can tell you the emotion I felt prior to the other shoe dropping. I think that’s sad. It is… Continue reading Bookmark the positive
I go by Meg for the most part these days. Anyone that has met me in the last three years knows me as Meg, so for the most part I get called Meg (or teacher meeegggggg). Today, I was in the grocery store and I heard “Hey Meghan!” and I quickly looked up. It was… Continue reading You can call me Meghan if you want.
Today, for the first time in I couldn’t tell you how long, I left my house on a Saturday. Not to go somewhere or do errands or meet someone, I left my house with my ipad and journal to go sit at a coffee shop.And I was walking in the crisp, bright, winter air I… Continue reading To those I love in Bellingham: a letter
After the clock stuck twelve last night I slipped out of the warm house that was filled with a group of humans I’ve grown to like a lot. I slipped out barefooted in my sparkly gold dress with a glass of champagne and I sat on the edge of the porch with my feet up… Continue reading in 2017 i met the wind again
Here goes nothing. I just went back and read my words prior to 2016. And the final line of that blog was “here’s to a new year with space for all the things.” I just wrote four or five lines on how this statement wasn’t true. But I deleted them because I realized that this… Continue reading 2016: the last word pt2