Love Not Hate Makes America Great

I had every intention of marching today.  But the kids need to have passports done within 2 weeks.

Long story short:

  • You can only walk in for passports at 2 locations in North Virginia:  Duke Street Library and Merrifield Post Office.
  • You must have original birth certificates for children.
  • You must be prepared to wait at least 2 hours.  Duke Street Library is a much nicer location to wait.
  • You should probably not have a major event to attend like The Women’s March on Washington.

By the time we made it out of there, the March was well underway but we were tired, hungry and a lot closer to being broke until payday.  I am grateful for the fire this movement lit in my heart and millions of others.  Life for women everywhere is tough because the weight of the world lies literally on our shoulders!  As mothers, teachers, nurses and beyond!  The Mayor of DC said it best, “The women will tell you that we are more harshly criticized. We are more frequently criticized. And we are more wrongly criticized at every single level – be it the school board, be it the statehouse, or candidate for the president of the United States.”


Why I March (Or would have)

Women’s March, January 21st.

  • I am marching because teaching, a female dominated profession, is constantly under attack, under valued and underpaid.
  • I am marching because mothers are torn away from their 6-week-old babies and forced to return to work or suffer loss of income due to insufficient maternity leave.
  • I am marching because without a cure for breast cancer, too many children have lost their mothers.
  • I am marching because too many mothers have seen their sons killed for nothing more than the color of their skin. 
  • I am marching because there are families trying to survive in refugee camps while they wait for borders to open. 
  • I am marching for students who want to go to college but can’t afford it because  the Dream Act has never passed.   
  • I am marching for my students who have been mocked for their Muslim faith, dress and modesty – all things that should be cherished here in America. 
  • I am marching because I want my daughter to know the power of women who support each other and to believe she can accomplish ANYTTHING because she can. 
  • I want my son to know every woman deserves respect, to always be a gentleman, and to always help those in need. 
  • I am marching on January 21st in Washington DC. 

March with me.


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In the Last Hour of 2016

Would it be too cliche to say that 2016 was a roller coaster of a year?  It’s a good thing I like a thrilling roller coaster!

The High Point:  Realizing I Could Leave

I graduated my 9th middle school class in New York City – and walked right out of the school building with them.  I loved my years as a teacher in New York City Public Schools, but this needed to be my last year with them.  For now.  Perhaps the political climate will change.  Perhaps there will be more focus on the teaching of children and not the accountability of a product.  All the joy I felt teaching my classes got swept away with the pressures from Administration, Common Core, Standardized Tests and Buzz Words.  I was so fortunate to be hired by a community that placed little value on tests and more value on engagement of students.  Stepping away has allowed me to grow and focus on areas of teaching that were not possible in New York – collaboration with other teachers, project based learning and educational technology that got stuck behind the “Crime Scene” tape in NYC.  It’s amazing what can be done when you have the freedom to just teach!

My desk

Bulletin board behind my desk

The Low Point:  I’m Still Leaving

I’m quite a bit further from family and friends than I was before and it’s challenging.  So many have come to visit, which always makes for a great time.  But it’s tough not spending every Friday night at my Mom’s house with my sisters and all the kids.  It’s odd not having someone to dial up and go out for sushi on a whim.  Baby Z sometimes says, “I miss my old house.” and even Baby D will cry, “I want to go home.”  Where will home be when we’re done traveling abroad?  Are we being fair to them by going so far away from family?

Best part about moving away? VISITORS!

2017: Live Life

This is not much of a resolution but here goes:  Keep working on being the best version of myself I can be.  The best mom I can be, the best wife I can be, the best daughter, sister, cousin, friend etc.  Stay healthy.  Be kind.  Be welcoming.  See the world.

I don’t know if I should be as proud as I am of myself for all that I’ve accomplished, but I am.  I have a family, a career, and dreams. I’ve got a few people reading my blog too!

Happy 2017!

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