adding ginger to your sass

GingerSass - adding ginger to your sass

I can see the leaves.

So. There’s this scene in waaaaaay early Grey’s Anatomy where Callie is first dipping her feet in the rainbow water and she sleeps with Erica Hahn, a tough ass, hard core cardiothoracic surgeon. SURPRISE! They do the deed and OMG Erica realizes she’s gay.

Like, super gay.

Erica Hahn: My whole life… My whole adult life, I have been with men. And it always felt, you know, fine, good, but… I never… I mean — I mean, I did, but not… Not like this. This is like needing glasses.
Callie Torres: Ummm, I’ve blinded you?
Erica Hahn: No. When I was a kid, I would get these headaches, and I went to the doctor, and they said that I needed glasses. I didn’t understand that. It didn’t make sense to me because I could see fine. And then I get the glasses, and I put them on, and I’m in the car on the way home, and suddenly I yell… Because the big green blobs that I had been staring at my whole life, they weren’t big green blobs. They were leaves on trees. I could see the leaves. And I didn’t even know I was missing the leaves. I didn’t even know that leaves existed, and then… Leaves! You… are glasses. I am so gay. I am so, so, so gay! I am extremely gay!

Well, I had a similar moment today. Just swap the gay (been there, had that realization ages ago!) with the OMG I CAN SEE CLEARLY moment.

Somehow, I managed to go 26 years without seeing the leaves. I started to get headaches after reading for hours at a time in college, but I figured it was because of, well, college. Then I started getting headaches at night when I started teaching and I figured it was because I would oftentimes sit with mountains of papers to grade and be on my work laptop at night, writing lesson plans and handouts.

Then, I got married and my wife pointed out I was squinting a lot when reading. So, I went to the eye doctor to a) prove my wife wrong (she was right.) and b) if anything, get reading glasses. (I was wrong.) SURPRISE. I needed straight up glasses all the time.

I begrudgingly put them on and OMG.

The world exploded.

Things I thought were clear were suddenly blowing my damn mind with crispness. Like, words on signs and the outline of my purse were crisper than potato chips. Or pieces of copy paper. Or something else crispy.

So. I guess I agree with V and the eye doctor.

Hello from the glasses side.

SNAPPED. @thegingersass

SNAPPED…with a little John Bender for flair. @thegingersass

Happy early birthday to us

Dear Ellen,

Happy early birthday to us! I turn 26 on the 26th tomorrow; you turn 58. (Normally I wouldn’t put a lady’s age on blast like that, but, let’s be real– a quick Google search tells the world your age.) My students have excitedly been telling me my birthday this year is my “golden birthday.” Do you remember turning 26 on the 26th?

You live out in California so your birthday celebration is probably a little different than mine. You had sun shine the weekend prior to your birthday; I had a blizzard, a cancelled Broadway show, and digging out of our building to walk our dog.

photo courtesy of Popography

photo courtesy of Popography

Oh! This reminds me. A lot has changed since I last wrote to you. I started teaching a college writing class at work. In April, V & I moved in together. Her dog, a rescue pit bull named Charity, became mine. (Congrats on “Kid” by the way!) The summer was a weird one; I went through some schtuff, taught summer school, and ended up at BlogHer15. On November 1st, V became my wife. We enjoyed a beautiful wedding, surrounded by family and friends, and then jetted off to Orlando, where we had a relaxing few days at Disney and Universal (the Wizarding World of Harry Potter!!) . In a nutshell, a lot has changed, but a lot remains the same.

Last year, for my 25th birthday, I had a book drive to build my classroom library. I wasn’t that into the idea of going out and getting crazy, and I still don’t feel like going out to celebrate. I really enjoyed spending this past weekend being snowed in with my wife, playing Scrabble, baking, and just spending quality time together with my little family.

I’m always trying to grow my classroom library (I have an actual classroom this year so I no longer have to limit myself to a rolling library!!) so, if by some miracle you actually see this, please feel free to donate a book or two.

Happy birthday, Ellen. I hope 58 is everything you dream it to be. Send your love to Portia from V & I, and wish her a happy Australia Day.

Your birthday buddy who has written you a letter every year since turning 18

One art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

-Elizabeth Bishop, "One Art"

It’s been almost 4 months since I’ve blogged.

This is the longest I’ve ever lost my writing voice.

Ironically, I’m currently sick, and my voice has been going in and out all day.

This school year has been a whirlwind of change and excitement– co-teaching for the first time, finding my roots at school after 3 years, last minute wedding planning, remembering to do last minute honeymoon planning, getting married, going on a wonderful honeymoon, celebrating our first married holiday season, enjoying a week off of work together, adjusting to being back after the new year, and that brings us to tonight.

Today, my students took part in a poetry recitation contest. Seeing their smiles and nerves as they recited beautiful works of art on a stage in the auditorium reminded me– I love and miss my art of writing. It’s time to be back. It’s time to write. Otherwise, the art of losing (it) isn’t hard to master.