This past August, we became part of the "empty nest" culture. Our youngest moved on campus at the University of Iowa and suddenly, it was just us. We've enjoyed our time together, but this winter, frankly, has been awful. True,... Continue Reading →
#ugh I've written this twice, first a pretty pessimistic piece, and we'll try the positive side and see which one goes up. It's hard to describe this year's slicing. On one hand, my scheduling of posts was horrible. I missed... Continue Reading →
One more post about Washington D.C. and I promise I'm done. I've been here three times: once a Boy Scout in 1985(ish), once we drove out with our 6 and 4 year old daughters. We camped for a night outside... Continue Reading →
I'll admit, I was skeptical of "black light dodgeball". The parent in me started wringing my hands with "can everyone see enough" or "we've got really hard throwers" and "what is someone gets hurt?" The jock in me is flexing... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, after I hit post, WordPress sent me a message: You've made 500 posts on The Life of a Conflicted Teacher. #what 500 posts. Now, I know that there are people out there who blog every day who are thinking, "Ha.... Continue Reading →
Today, we found out our pastor was being transfered to a town north of us. I'm not an especially religious person, and have connected with exactly three pastors in my life time: Pastor Jim, Pastor Arley, and now Pastor Mee.... Continue Reading →
I saw this posted yesterday as the thing to do, so while I'm a day late (pretty typical for me) it looked like a fun way to get myself thinking! So without further ado: I'm a basketball junkie. No mystery... Continue Reading →
We spent part of our day on Friday at Arlington National Cemetery. I posted on my Facebook page about how I was humbled by the experience, because until you've seen the rows and rows of headstones, it's just a picture... Continue Reading →
I thought I could do it. I thought I could get a blog in during days of 17 hours in a bus, days beginning with a 5:35 wake up call and ending with a chaperone's meeting at 10:30. I thought... Continue Reading →
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