I survived football camp! I have so many feelings about this experience, so forgive me if this ends up being a bit all over the place. I was so nervous to take on this assignment. I had all the self doubt I could muster. I had lots of worry about keeping up with the lingo, […]Read More Football 101
… but just for 3 days. I am going with another interpreter to work at a football camp. After committing, I found out I’ll be staying in a dorm room in a sleeping bag. Tricky bastards. This will be physically interesting. Thankfully they will house any female staff away from the males. Not sure how […]Read More I’m Going To College!
I remember the good old brain days when simple things did not overwhelm me. This is no longer the case. I suppose the more shit you pile on top of your inner noggin, the less space there is for more crap…. kind of like my garage. One more teetering box is just asking to fall […]Read More The Good Old Brain
I’m a working educational interpreter again! Huzzah! It has felt amazing to be back at work, even if it’s just part time. Part time is the sweet spot, y’all. It’s a lot of purpose with a little bit of commitment. I have not worked in a decade and SO much has changed. First and foremost, […]Read More Flappy Hands
I have been sitting in the front row of the strangest, most frustrating, confusing and unjust scenario possible in a neighborhood. I have so many feelings about this that I can’t even process them all so naturally, I come here to open up my cranium and let my thoughts spill out willy nilly on the […]Read More Front Row
What a woman. I actually watched her testimony today. I didn’t rely on news outlets or the narrow-minded reactions of some of my family members posting on social media. I wanted to see it for myself. I’m so glad that I did. Let me just say I didn’t want to believe her. That’s easy, right? […]Read More Feelings About Ford
This morning I saw a piece on Good Morning America about the video of Melissa Thompson’s business meeting with Harvey Weinstein. Go ahead, watch it/read it It had me physically shouting at the television. The way this whole story is being managed makes me ill. My husband had to listen to my shouts and frustrated […]Read More Flirting vs. Consent