I’m sitting in the salon at 11am on a Saturday morning, in my stinking sweaty martial arts uniform, surrounded by a gaggle of chattering older women. It’s ‘beauty shop’, day. If I close my eyes, I can imagine them all as plump preeneing hens, clucking away on their nests. .:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.
i love my job. seriously. i love advocating for children. i love fighting for the ‘underdog’ and helping them rise to their potential. i love trying to overcome the odds (and sometimes the system) to help children work through the fact that they are living through their own personal hell. i love finding that permanent [...]
high school teacher / friend at first, you were my substitute english teacher and my friend’s mother. now you’re my friend and in so many ways, part of my family. i’m thankful for our friendship. .:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.
