I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
"Sometimes, something just gets dropped, because we are all just ordinary people. No Wonder Women here, just women scratching their un-washed top knots, wondering how in the world they’re going to possibly get it all done."
When management at the University Blvd Chick-fil-A in Odessa caught wind of the news that a gunman was on a rampage in their city, they offered their employees the option to close early and go home. Instead, the compassionate workers did the opposite, working way past their shifts to help feed the local law enforcement who'd been caught up in the tragic shooting spree.
“The kids who read the papers would cry because what they were reading was tough. The person who shared (if they chose to tell us it was them) would cry sometimes too."
"My life as I knew it is destroyed. The pain my family and I feel is unbearable and cannot be put into words. I shake and tremble at the thought of our future without them."
"A few months into new motherhood, I learned the hard reality that mean girls still exist—they just become mommies too... But the good news is: we are allowed to excuse ourselves from the table. Isn’t that freeing? No permission slip necessary. Just get up."
