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Autumn Anxiety
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Autumn Anxiety

Nov 6, 2017 by

A friend sent me this poem she wrote and it was such an accurate description of irrational anxiety and couched in this current season, that I had to share. Autumn Anxiety Fear flushes out all else, Leaving only a wiry ball of instinct Poking at the inside of my abdomen. Autumn leaves skitter across the pavement, Like nervous squirrels terrorized by the thought of...

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To the Wednesday-Weary Teacher
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It’s Wednesday. This means that you are worn down from Monday and Tuesday, but the week is not yet almost over.  Maybe you wonder if you have the emotional or physical energy to make it through the rest of the week.  Maybe you wonder if you have the emotional energy to make it through the rest of the day. I feel you. You with...

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Brain Soup
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Brain Soup

Oct 3, 2017 by

Isaac stands by me trying to tell me about his newest Lego creature. Susanna competes with his volume as she loudly proclaims her disappointment in my channel choice–the news. It’s Saturday morning: I try to catch bites of the outside, adult world. Donald Trump: “I think out of all my good qualities, my temperament is my best quality.” Susanna: I want to watch Daniel...

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This is Our Great Love Story
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Tim and I have reached the age where a browse through Facebook might mean updating each other on whose is the latest marriage to dissolve.   I don’t say that to shame anyone, but it’s simply true that in our mid-thirties, we begin to see the marriages collapse around us. I think on this as I am vacuuming bird seed from the carpet in...

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Summer Setting
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Summer Setting

Aug 3, 2017 by

The sun is setting on summer.  The kids start school August 10, and I start August 16. Last year, I was eager for a fresh start in teaching.  It was a great year and I am thankful for it, but this year, I am holding onto the last shreds of summer a little tighter.  I feel we have made the most of it, but...

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Feel What You Feel
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We woke up to thunder and dark clouds yesterday. The rain came down silently and it felt like a good morning to snuggle.  The kids turned on one of their favorites, Song of the Sea on Amazon Prime. Every time I watch this gorgeous, tender movie, three things happen: I am amazed at the beauty and richness of the Gaelic language and culture I...

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An Open Letter to You on My Birthday
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Sometimes in life it feels like we are all running frantically on hamster wheels, lined up in a row, shouting hey to each other occasionally, or stopping for a few seconds of weekend, then back up and going, going, going. It’s easy to stay on our self-contained hamster-wheel-lives, but when someone steps off their wheel to touch my life, that connection sparks light, love,...

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13 Reasons Why–A Book Review
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“You have to read it, Mrs. Haupt!”  The student insisted I borrow the book, against my protestations that end-of-year duties had me buried.  It sat on my desk for weeks, and several students tried to borrow it throughout the duration of the school year. The book 13 Reasons Why has stirred up a lot of conversations lately, due to the recent Netflix series based...

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The Circle of Life
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I realize that my title conjures up images of a monkey holding up a baby lion before an ecstatic crowd of animals. But I simply can’t think of anything more apt than a circle of life as I reflect on the past couple days. I’ve been trying to be present with my parents as they care for my grandpa, who is going on hospice...

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Not a Victory March
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I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch Love is not a victory march It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah So much love for this song.  Especially Pentatonix version. I’ve been thinking lately about how much different love is from what both what we want it to be and what is portrayed in media.  I remember one time when an acquaintance was...

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Mental Health May
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She just disappeared from school one day.  She had always been quiet in class, but her absence spoke loudly to me. She wasn’t someone I would have been concerned about struggling with emotions.   But I should have been concerned. But it’s the quiet ones you have to watch. And the ones who smile every day. And the ones who act normal. And the...

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The Fear of Making Mistakes
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Last night, Abby and I attended a paint night for Mother’s Day. The idea behind the paint nights is that someone who is actually good at painting teaches you how to paint your picture step-by-step to make it easier for us non-artists.  It’s pricey, but it is a fun and relaxing experience and you come away with a product you made yourself.  It’s my...

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Art-Inspired Poetry: Son of Man
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My students are writing art-inspired poetry this week. This is my attempt to model it for them.  The painting is “Son of Man” by Rene Magritte.  I entitled my poem the same name.   Son of Man By Ashley Haupt   The apple looked ripe with crisp delight, And so the man took a sinful bite. He knew it was forbidden. At that moment,...

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Chasing Down Grateful
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It’s that time of year. Students are grumpy and unmotivated. Teachers are tired of students’ annoying behaviors that have been going on all.year.long. Last week, I had spent some time planning a class activity I thought the students would enjoy. Tim helped me think through it. As we discussed it later and the lack of enthusiasm, he said, “Man, I really thought they would...

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Raising Cain
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Raising Cain

Apr 25, 2017 by

I feel sorry for Cain. he leaned over and whispered it to me near the end of the sermon which anyone watching would have assumed he was not listening to at all.  In typical fashion, he wiggled and wormed around in his seat doing everything but sitting up and focusing. Cain was trying, he loud-whispered, he just didn’t know. Well, I whispered back, Daddy...

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Blooming
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Blooming

Apr 9, 2017 by

Abby blooms up before me like a lily, talking like a miniature adult,  sponging up everything I say, asking me why and what’s that mean? All this as I look every night in the mirror to see more wrinkles, just a touch of silver at the hairline. Her moon waxes as mine begins to wane; she’ll tower over me before long. Ben comes to...

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