My Meet-cute on the Detasseling Bus: A Diabetic Love Story

My Meet-cute on the Detasseling Bus: A Diabetic Love Story

  Rom coms are famous for the meet-cute. Everyone loves it when Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks finally meet in Sleepless in Seattle and You’ve Got Mail. If they were in another movie together, I haven’t seen it, but I’m sure their meet-cute was precious. How a couple meets is often a story passed down…

Choosing Humble

I went for a two-miler last night after a long couple of early August days of professional development at work. Blowing off steam and trying to get my mind right. I never ever experience a runner’s high. I don’t actually believe it’s an actual thing. Much like Sasquatch, delicious low-fat cheese, and honest politicians. #fakenews.…

The Ides of August

The Ides of August

  Well, it is August. The month I lovingly refer to as “the dark days.” I have had roughly seven back-to-school nightmares already, and it is only August 4th if that gives you a little insight into my psyche right now.   There are a lot of reasons for this. Obviously, teaching is a demanding…

Sorry, Not Sorry

Sorry, Not Sorry

  Parenting is hard. Can I get an amen? This generation of kids faces so many threats on so many fronts that parenting and raising up children who are kind and present and strong while keeping them safe from cyberbullying and sex traffickers and people in our own country’s leadership feels like a never-ending game…

Surviving Every Stage of Postpartum

Surviving Every Stage of Postpartum

  I’m in that sweet spot where my babies sleep through the night and don’t have accidents, but I still have family and friends who are having these precious babies that I can snuggle and shop for and then give back. It is magical, but it has me thinking back to my own postpartum experiences.…

Hi, my name is Gretchen, and I’m a Type 1 Perfectionist

Hi, my name is Gretchen, and I’m a Type 1 Perfectionist

My fingernails look like they’ve been painted with a chair. Smudges and smears and outside the lines. Why? I am a perfectionist, so what’s the deal with my ratchet nails? One word: stillness. I hate being still. Thus, I NEVER wait for my nails to dry before I am off curling my hair or folding…

Freedom Reminders

Freedom Reminders

As a girl growing up in the heart of the Midwest, the Fourth of July primarily meant one thing to me: parade candy.  The thrill of having to dart into the street dodging Clydesdale hooves and the ambulance that might have to be my ride if I risk my neck for that jumbo tootsie roll…

Muscle Memory: Kid Stuff I Can’t Do Anymore

Muscle Memory: Kid Stuff I Can’t Do Anymore

  I wrote a couple of weeks ago about being confident with your mom bod and taking your kids to the pool. I stand by my previous assertions, but swimming with my kids has also reminded me that my body has forgotten to move in certain ways. Total muscle dementia.  I may not be a…

On Staying Quiet

On Staying Quiet

  Have you ever felt like you are choking on all the words you cannot say? I find myself feeling just that way today. An internal war between fighting for what is just and true and right and being quiet, still, and merciful in the face of mistreatment.  I gotta say I don’t know how…

A PSA to non-teachers and advice for our younger selves

A PSA to non-teachers and advice for our younger selves

(Sixth grade (?) Gretchen)   A friendly PSA to all non-teachers out there: Summer is NOT a paid vacation. For every time I wanted to scream and curse but didn’t. For every pencil, I loaned and never got back and for all those that I glued ugly, fake flowers to and found broken to smithereens…