Tales of a Sierra Madre

 When you’ve taught at the same community college for 11 years you often wonder after your students graduate, did I make a difference?

I mean it’s one thing to meet the student learning outcomes, but it’s quite another to instill the idea of life long learning and it’s also difficult but so necessary at the community college level to explain to students—especially those moms who’ve been in the workforce awhile and are going to college for the first time in their 30s–that they can do it.

Such was the case of Dawn who I had as a student somewhere around 2011. We surprised each other the other day as I had to come in to the health department for a routine TB test for work and she was the one reading my test. She had her own office even.

Beaming with pride. Both of us.  

We both cried.

She made…

I’m running for a seat on the Feather River College Board of Trustees to represent Area 4 (Indian Valley) in the upcoming November 6 election. I hope you’ll consider voting for me so that I can help put our community back into community college.

Feather River College has such great potential to be an integral part of our community with life-long learning classes for our community members and college classes at satellite locations through out the county. It has the potential to serve all the county’s students–not just those who play a sport. It has potential. I want to serve the community to help bring the potential to fruition.

My opponent is a very nice, well-meaning, elderly gentleman who has had the opportunity for years to do the things I mentioned in the above paragraph. He’s had the opportunity to make associate adjuncts receive equitable…

ON MOTHERING

There are only two things you can do when someone misrepresents/defames you. You can either go inward and try and ignore it and hope one day that truth wins out and that all slanderers tongues go silent as if cursed and all listeners of such things become keenly aware that they’ve been had–or you confront the lies and misrepresentations of your character head on.

That’s where I’m at. I’m too scared to throw chanclas these days; I fear they will boomerang back and hit me in the face.

On the micro level, I’m one day away from my divorce being final. I will be unmarried and 49 with two children who I thought I was doing a great job raising because of course I would because I gave it my all and all would be perfect.

I’m just as clueless as the next parent.

Sometimes I feel like…