There is a chorus of voices that have been built up to continuously mumble, sing, bitch, yell or simply roll their eyes inside my head.
There is a chorus of voices that have been built up to continuously mumble, sing, bitch, yell or simply roll their eyes inside my head.
Unless they are within the very small circle of my intimate friends and chosen family, it takes so much energy from me to be real with people, to listen and focus, to offer some of myself, to filter my words, to trust and be vulnerable and potentially have to recover from a kick in the behind every so often.
While interviewing should not be a debate, preparation, anticipation and focus are still the keys here.
I am trying to follow the advice I have been reading (and talking about) for the past years. To sit with the pain, to look straight into the eyes of the person I was ten years ago when I ran away from a hollow and painful existence. And ask myself what is this here to teach me?
Fear has been walking alongside of me and inside of me this entire week. It has rationed my meals, fragmented my sleep and stopped my
Is there any harder thing in the life of a parent than the moments of deep pain in their child’s heart that they cannot appease? Is there a moment when parents feel less able than the moment when they sit next to their hurting child, who can’t even utter their pain and when there is nothing to be done?
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