Blinded by the light.

I love shade and shadow, I love the magical show that appears, changes, and goes away.

My new bedroom blinds provide tons of photo opportunities for elements of design: lines, repetition, balance, etc...

Another crazy day with 2 students sobbing in my office, one hour apart. Try as hard as I may to not take it in,  it affects me. The hardest part for me is to hear why they fall apart: because of expectations of others', real or perceived.

Dear parents. Being young adult is hard. Tell your kid(s) you remember how it feels. Tell them you believe they can meet the challenges that lie before them, but the world won't end if they stumble, and have to try again, or try something new. Eradicate the word "failure" from your language. How long you bloody got on this planet, with your kids??? Is that how you want to be remembered? As the person whose repeated harsh words crushed them and caused them to have to get on antidepressant/anti-anxiety meds, get into therapy, and drink themselves into oblivion between the doses and therapy sessions? Tough love doesn't work, really. Only love-love does.

These kids aren't week, and non-resilient; I have heard this argument and I don't buy it. (And even if they were, one does not build somebody up by cutting them down). Some of them are simply worn out by being constantly told they are not good enough to be loved just as they are.
Hang in there, students.