Like many teachers on summer vacation, I'm in the middle of deep cleaning my house and purging accumulated household clutter. Yesterday, I came across a red folder that my mom had sent me awhile ago. In it, I found some of my EARLY poetry. My best guess is it's from middle school based off grammatical/mechanical/capitalization … Continue reading Poetry: Embarrassing Poems Mrs. Ram Jam Wrote in Middle School and High School.
Because of chronic illnesses (fibromyalgia, Meniere’s disease, Raynaud’s, and IBS), I frequently contact my general practitioner, rheumatologist, ENT, and gastroenterologist. Unfortunately, talking to someone alive the first go-round never happens. My doctors work for large hospital systems. For patients, no direct lines to a specific doctor’s office exist. I call the main hospital phone, listen … Continue reading Chronic Illness: Playing Phone Tag with Doctors’ Offices
Yesterday morning, a former student of mine was murdered. He was found in his car with multiple gunshot wounds. He was only 25. He had just completed his first year of teaching middle school and will not experience his first summer off as a teacher. He is Baton Rouge’s forty-second murder victim this … Continue reading Losing a Former Student to Gun Violence
hashtag throwaway pictures today's social media keepsake scripture posting photos and videos ad nauseam a new age forsaken filtered to perfection sophism courtesy of oversharing a newfangled way of overhearing a star-spangled display of overbearing overcompensation to keep up with the Joneses to hell with stopping and smelling the roses because it's impossible with a … Continue reading A Poem: Throwaway Pictures
As you might have ascertained, Little Thing is cat obsessed. Habitually, she meows instead of speaking English and gives kitty nuzzles for kisses. Her knees remain smudged with dirt from crawling around like a feline. If her dress isn’t pink, it has a cat on it. Saturdays are now “Caturdays” and involve a cat-themed activity. … Continue reading A Little Thing Cat Tale: The Disappearance of Queen Elsa the Kitty
Because I was relatively immobile (Read more about that here) during March and April, I went a little book crazy. Here’s what I read with quips about the books peppered in. March: The Crown (The Selection, #5)--Kiera Cass Origin (Robert Langdon, #5)--Dan Brown The Dry (Aaron Falk, #1)--Jane Harper--I loved this murder mystery … Continue reading The Books I Read in March and April
Original thought. What a novel concept. But what’s a novel anyway? I can just restate repost retweet words that somebody else has already said better than me. But what’s a novel anyway? Let me say nothing original but let me snap a picture snap a selfie snap a chat and … Continue reading A Poem: But What’s a Novel Anyway?
I’ve spent most of this week in fibromyalgia flare denial. But the tell-tale roaming muscle aches and spasms, the stabbing take my breath away jabs, the unable to form sentences or the inability to find the words I want to say attacks, and the overwhelming fatigue can’t be denied. Today, I’m on the downward slope … Continue reading Fibromyalgia Flare Friday
We've been state testing for three consecutive days. Here are some haiku poems that I wrote based on thoughts pondered during the tedium of testing. (I took liberty with true haiku format--expect similes, they're not about nature, nor are they imagery rich.) 1. I forgot to bring a book for after testing so haiku it … Continue reading Poetry: A State Testing Haiku Anthology
Why do they disrupt? Perhaps to watch me erupt like a volcano. corrupt an innocent shoulder partner with teenage renegade misconceptions. pontificate abruptly to the class about the merits of mayo. voice a once internal monologue aloud rupturing the lesson into regression. Their urge to interrupt declares … Continue reading A Poem: Why Do They Disrupt?