Entries from March 2009

today i’m in the sun

Date March 31, 2009

I stared in awe at the distance. The sky was dark and ominous like the shadow of some growling monster ripped from a childhood nightmare  and I’m almost certain that I could see the rain falling in enormous, lethargic drops.  I stood bathed in mountain sunshine as I watched the storm rage in a part […]

from coffee country to Rocky Top

Date March 30, 2009

This is my too cute Destination Imagination team. The too cute team that won the Colombian national competition, thus receiving an invitation to the Global Finals in Knoxville, TN. How exciting is that? I’m bringing my Colombian angels to the Dirty South!  Get excited.

hypothetically speaking

Date March 28, 2009

There was this one time, like 352,000 years ago– like not in this life, but in another one— when I promised to help do 467 million different things all in the shortest timeframe known to man. And that one time I forgot that there was only one of me and that sometimes I get sleepy […]

Welcome to Manizales. Here’s your umbrella.

Date March 24, 2009

You know that scene in all of those bad romantic comedies where the blonde stands on the sidewalk grinning like a bobcat on crack and then the bus drives by and drenches her with grody, nasty street water?  Yeah, that’s never happened to me. And the wet dog look?  Who me?  Never in a million. […]

a reminder of friends.

Date March 23, 2009

I’m sort of a loner. I’ve lived by myself for the past umpteen years and I like it that way.  I like my own space and working on my own schedule (in my pjs if I want to) which I guess is hard to believe because I’m a people person, too.  Just not a people-in-my-space […]


Date March 20, 2009

Tired is a rabid dog and I’m being mauled.

warm on the inside

Date March 17, 2009

My hands are always cold.  I’ve heard it said, “Cold hands.  Warm heart.  Hot legs.” but I’m not sure I buy that.  I just know that sometimes mine are so chilly that I can hardly move them.  Especially in the mornings. So, I generally walk around my classroom and put my cold hands on the warm cheeks […]

Running Robin ragged

Date March 16, 2009

Early on Saturday morning I found myself in the Manizales airport waiting on a friend I hadn’t seen in fifteen years to arrive.  I’m still not sure why she chose to come to Colombia of all places, but she did and she is my very first visitor from home. Her hair is as red and […]


Date March 12, 2009

Have you ever felt like you said so much or wrote so much or prayed so much that all of your words were used up? Like every word you had was gone. And all there’s left to do is be quiet for awhile.

the pride of a child

Date March 5, 2009

He came into the room stomping and swearing as though a swarm of bees were trapped in his shirt. I called his name gently, but sternly in a way he could not ignore, and he sulked toward me.  I asked him to take a deep breath and then to take another.  Pieces of the anger left as […]