Today marks the twelfth anniversary of my beloved father’s death. This blog is a chapter of my memoir, The Reckoning of the Black Butterfly. May the memory of Frank. T. Snyder be eternal.
I am a high school English teacher who gets ten weeks off every summer. This particular break, I was ready to go back to work after five weeks. I felt very unproductive during the summer of 2017. Continue reading “Back to School: Needed Schedule Changes”
I had just walked in on little sister Lena in Cara’s room looking for candy. She was rifling through Cara’s Easter basket — FYI, Easter happened three Sundays ago, but Cara still had a stash left. Anyhow, I was also craving something sugary, specifically chocolate, so I also sneaked in to snoop what Cara hoarded. Lena found a package of M&M’s that we could share. Then, beneath the plastic grass, I pulled out a box of bite size milk chocolate, peanut butter stuffed bunnies and chicks, Sarris Candy Brand. I took out a bunny and plopped it in my mouth, just like that. Continue reading “My Teenager is Sort of Raising an Ant Farm”
Disclaimer – I know my reaction to the following scene was an overreaction, and that is an understatement. Although I am a part-time sunshine who tries to keep a positive outlook, I am also a full-time nut job who can fall into a vat of emotional turmoil in a single breath. Come hold my hand and breathe with me…
This is a little story about leaving behind phone chargers. How many of you have done this? I bet if I could magically retrieve every forgotten charger, I could stretch out the cords to lasso the moon. Continue reading “Forget and Forgive: Leaving Behind iPhone Chargers”