There's chaos and messiness and beauty and order in the center, but eventually, one thing ends and then another begins.
On January 11, 2019, my friend Kate Shrum died of cancer. When she publicly shared her diagnosis at the beginning of August 2018, I reached out to her with an encouraging message and no doubt in my mind that she would kick cancer's ass. Less than 6 months later, she was gone. Kate and I… Continue reading With Gratitude Always – A Ritual in Honor of Kate Shrum
Magic that reminds you of childhood is a potion. It is a calling to a piece of your soul that can easily slip away in adulthood. It is spell satchels buried in earth and choreographed dances to Ace of Base. It is eating raw cookie dough and driving nowhere in particular. When I stumble upon… Continue reading Enchantment in “Adulthood”
During my lunch hour, Senna, a senior in my Literature and Composition class, came up to my desk on the verge of tears. “Ms. Fitz, can we talk about my portfolio?” I noticed that something wrong right away and asked her to walk and talk as we headed away from the busy teacher cluster to… Continue reading Bravery, Mistakes, and Healing
"Yeeaahh!" the yoga instructor roared, a deep guttural sound emerging from her throat. She sounded like she was celebrating a bowling strike after downing an entire pitcher of Bud Light all by herself. I was disturbed. At the start of class, this instructor's volume combined with the harshness of our already prickly and fricative English… Continue reading Why is my yoga teacher yelling at me?
Recently, my dreams have been filled with memories of being 17, of being free and beholden to no one. I blast Weeknd from my car speakers, remembering Friday afternoons in June 2002 -- driving to University Park to meet my friends where we'll have a water fight and lay in each others laps and make daisy chains… Continue reading A Reminder