Finding My Way

I get lost walking in my neighborhood that I’ve lived in for 5 years. Sometimes I turn the corner in the one-level elementary school building where I work and am uncertain how to get back to desk. As hard as I try, I can’t seem to retain what side of the envelope a stamp should go on. All too often,

Professional Perception

I am in the midst of studying to be an elementary school principal. Many nights are filled with reading texts on communication, leadership, and motivation. Recently, I came across a new concept to me, kinetics in the workplace. Specifically exploring how body language effects perception. The text went on to describe how leaders should have good posture, stand to assert

To The Top Of The Wall, Part IV

“I am Batman!” I called out in triumphal determination. I closed my eyes and pictured this summer’s blockbuster. I was resolved to press on just like Christian Bale as he pulled himself out of the Pit to freedom. Only a few more hurdles left. “Ahh!” I grunted as I pulled my body up and over an outcropping in the wall.

To the Top of the Wall, Part III

Guess I’m going to do it without any help. I extended my left leg towards the rock as it began to spasm, shaking uncontrollably. “Left. Leg. Spasming!” I announce, as I reached for the hold. “Can you put any weight on your left foot?” I hear my spotter ask. “I don’t know!” I shifted my weight, trying to bear down

To The Top of the Wall, Part II

“Muscle spasm!” I called out in frustration for anyone to hear. My right hand had been working overtime and ached as if it had been intently gripping a pen for hours. I squeezed my hand and wiggled my fingers, hoping for relief. “We can take as many breaks as you need. There’s no rush.” My spotter called from below. “Ok!”

To The Top Of The Wall

All summer long, I wanted to climb a rock wall. After reading Andrew Clements’ Extra Credit in early June, I began to wonder what it would be like to scale a wall, propelling myself upwards. I caught myself eyeing the wall at a local community center, sizing up the task. Occasionally I would let my imagination take over, closing my


This summer I took a college course were we went on a field trip to Pilot Knob Hill—a sacred Native American site. Getting off the bus, I noticed the route we were taking started with partially paved road that went on for a ways and then abruptly ended. Walking the first leg of the journey was easy, but beyond the

The Preciousness of the Soul

This week three of my friends and I met in a park for a picnic. An hour later, a spouse showed up unexpectedly with a camera wanting to take a picture of us. We all erupted in spontaneous protest. “No, don’t take a picture!” “My hair’s too poofy!” “My pants are too big!” “I’m wearing a T-Shirt!” In the end,

Revealing Beauty In Deformity

“When you meet me, you’re going to notice that I walk with a limp.” I was talking to a match I had been paired with through eHarmony for a while and it was time to meet for a date. “The reason I walk the way I do is because I have very mild cerebral palsy. I don’t want you to

A Beautiful Mind

What constitutes a beautiful mind? Is it one that perceives sound, seamlessly tells skeletal muscles to move, or brings words to the mouth without an utterance of a stutter? Is a mind beautiful when it enables an artist to paint a masterpiece, compose a concerto, or write a best-seller? Is there beauty to be found in the calculations of an