So few words.
Articulating my thoughts is hard for me. Weird, right? I am a writer and a teacher. You would think that talking about what I think would be a cinch. It’s not.
I can write all day about what other people have said; that is the first principle of qualitative research. What is the question? What does the scholarship say? What needs to be addressed?
I can write history without a problem. My journalism background (old-school, not the new opinion-journalism we’re subjected to these days) gave me tools to sort facts from fiction and create a story designed…
What I want to do:
I am a creative woman. I love finding or writing just the right words to go with just the right image. I am a decent photographer, a wanna-be painter, and a pretty good digital artist. Creative endeavors fuel me and make me happy.
But they take time. And right now, even thought I know I need to take the time for my own sanity, I feel guilty about the things that get neglected when I indulge my want-tos instead of dealing with the have-tos.
I also want to read something for fun. Something pithy. …
Content is people. Context is people. Life is complicated and complex and messy. Celebrate that.
My sweet greyhound, Dolce, went to the Rainbow Bridge while I was at Prince Edward Island. What does this have to do with #DigPed? Nothing and everything all at once.
I knew when I left Atlanta on Tuesday that my 12 year old brindle girl was not well, and I had a gut feeling that it would be a rough week for her. By Thursday, it was clear that she was done fighting and ready to be free from whatever it was that caused kidney…
My life is a little crazy right now. I do so many things, and I enjoy them all — most of the time! But the shape of my story? That comes from my Grandpa Cook who worked as a switchman for Southern Pacific railway for 37 years.
My crazy life requires a switchman. The current shape of of story is that of a railway turntable, tracks formed like the spokes of a wheel so the engine can be unhooked from one set of cars to another and head off in another direction. All the directions I travel are different, but filled with people and projects and scenery that is always changing.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Like spokes on a wheel
The rail tracks of life take me
On new adventures
Clattering happily through
Ever changing scenery
The Shape of a Story
One of my favorite stories features a young woman whose strength came from humility. She was an outsider put into an untenable situation, but rather than complain, she learned how to live in her circumstances without being victimized by them. In doing so, she gained the trust of the most powerful man on earth and was able to leverage that trust to prevent the destruction of an entire community. Her closest advisor gave her difficult council, but she recognized wisdom and risked her own life to save her people. …
Lover of Jesus, Wife, Mom, Ama, Teacher, Photographer, Singer, Athlete, Artist...a modern Renaissance woman......