Grace Monk
@gracemonk
I like words.
I thought I'd be much more successful at being loving and loved. But I was wrong.
Once more with feeling: STUDENTS AND EDUCATORS DESERVE BETTER. #May1Raleigh
In Raleigh at the teachers' Kids over Corporations protest. Love my fellow educators! #May1Raleigh
I forgot to save the first donation of 270.09 (plus costs) to celebrate the absolute dorks of Michigan not being able to break into double digits against the Buckeyes. This donation was to celebrate Muchigan allowing Texas to hang 41 on their sorry selves. Pathetic. I hate Bichigan so much.
@risquips.bsky.social Dn’t know if you saw that. Not that it isn’t heartbreaking regardless, but this just adds another layer.
A few days before he died (10 years tomorrow), my dad said, "Forgive me." And at my mother's funeral (her birthday and name day are today, and she died 8 years ago next month), my oldest son chanted her service. Maybe I have lived my best possible life.
Sorry for the awkwardness of the selfie (i don't know how to phone tech correctly despite how easy it is), but I do think of you often.
I’m nothing but low to middle class, mostly because I hate and I mean hate shellfish and raw fish. Not sorry. No one would ever mistake me for anything but low rent with a good vocabulary.
I made happy donations to @newap-georgia.bsky.social for the scores of the playoff games, and then the last one. GO BUCKEYES!
@newap-georgia.bsky.social Another hurtful one for The Ohio State University. Because they break my heart every damn year.
@newap-georgia.bsky.social I will be making more donations, promise, but had to get this awful one done first. BUCKEYES, BRING YOUR MONEY! NOOWWWWWWW!!!
St. Basil the Great in word and deed. I am convicted by my own knowledge and inaction. Lord have mercy.
The North Carolina mountains saying "Hey-ey!" (I know you already know. )
He was dreaming and sank his claws into my leg. Ouch. Otherwise, having my own personal mini-panther remains awesome.
The Best of Times. Robin Williams and Kurt Russell in 1986 equals perfection. Seriously.
Okay, a tiny thing that matters to no one else: I live in a small condo that was not in good shape when I bought it about 15 months ago. In the middle of the floor of the main room, there's an air vent. Floor! Can't move it without lots of money I don't have and it is not pretty. So, I painted it.
I don't remember the technical name of this guy but I love him (Tuscon Botanical Gardens).