Those of you who have been loyal (I love ya like a sister and brotha) friends through these last (almost) two years will remember the many stories involving my being half-Dooced last year. (You can thank Suzy for that clever spin on my heart wrenching experience.)
It was a traumatic, painful, educational, and interesting journey - and I'm honestly a better writer (in my own mind) for it.
However, imagine my surprise when one of my students walked in this morning wearing this.
Although, since we do live here in Oregon, I should NOT have been shocked.
It MADE my day.
(And if you’re interested in what the “queen of journal writing” wrote yesterday, it said “I love to go to school it's raining in the wetlands." Or so she claims. )
