So many of these books have been influenced by you lovely people.

I don’t know. Maybe there’s something to this midwestern life.

One thing I’m noticing is all the indie bookstores here pass the vibe check. Great selection of conscientious titles. Surprising me in this little town of 4,000. Black Forty Books is an absolute delight. They have a lovely mix of used and new books. The owners were so warm and welcoming. Despite the rain we’re finding moments of joy and solitude. We visited the Iona’s beach which is famous for its pink rocks. Never seen anything like it. Now if only my youngest would sleep consistently. lol. #minnesota #lakesuperior #duluth #twoharborsmn #summerbreak #midwest #indiebookstores #supportlocalindiebookstores ...

#summertime and we have traveled to visit family in Minnesota. Of course I made it to visit Birchbark Books. I’m trying to only buy books I have already read and would like to reread. I’m reading Headshot by Rita Bullwinkel and it’s definitely holding my attention. It has an interesting structure and different subject matter. I don’t think I’ve ever read a book about teenage girls who box. Altadena is never far from our thoughts though. And we still find ourselves on the phone every day trying to handle this or that and the other. But at least my kids are having a great time. #teacheronsummerbreak #headshotbook #summerreading #momonsummerbreak #minnesota #stpaul ...

After the last kid left and I walked up to our space in old town Pasadena I saw my principal and just lost it. My body released all the things I was holding inside of me. I am at once relieved. Sad. Ecstatic and scared. Because although this year is behind me, the road to recovery is long with no light in sight. Altadenans have lost so much and there is still so much uncertainty. A student who lost their home will not be coming back next year because the fire forced them to move far away. Her mother and I cried at pick up. We have lost so much. We have been through so much. It still feels so surreal.

I have never been more proud of myself than I am in this moment. Because although I lost so much I found the strength and will to come and be there at a time when my community needed me the most. And so I will return. And little do these fourth graders know that a surprise awaits them next year. As I will continue to be there for them as a fifth grade teacher.

The world is full of uncertainty but of one thing I am sure, my place in this fight is right here. In Altadena. I’m not going anywhere. At least I hope…. Bc although we find ourselves at an end of sorts it is also a time to imagine something new. Something better. Thanks bookstagram for all your support this year. This community has given me so much. May your summer be filled with resistance and strength. I am here. With you. In community. #iteachfifth #summerbreak #altadena #teacheronbreak ...

It is strange to have such deep feelings of gratitude and at the same time a boundless rage.

My kids laughter on the swings brings a smile that covers my face. My students and I sit at a table sharing funny stories about our families and our muffled laughter fills our tiny space in the corner of the office. I celebrate ten years of marriage and marvel at how much my partner and I have allowed each other to grow and change and yet we still walk the same path sharing the same values. We go on a family vacation and I take my eldest on the ocean at night and we see an octopus hiding in the sea grass. And yet. And yet…

I look around the classroom and know the number of students whose homes have burned, how many are displaced and I know deep in my belly what keeps their families up at night. I search for a hat I could’ve sworn I had and then remember I don’t have it. It is dust now. I drive past the Eaton Canyon mountains and my chest tightens. I sit in this new place that is at once home and not home. I get in my car and google tells me to go home and I refuse to change it because all I want to do is go fucking home.

It is so maddening to be in two worlds at once. To hold so many opposing emotions. There are days I just want to slip into the oblivion of it all and say enough. I’m done. I give up. But still. I put one foot in front of the other. Because I just can’t imagine any other way. If you’re having trouble doing that I don’t blame you. The world is a cruel place. And today I have no words of comfort. But we are both here. And right now that has to be enough. ...

March was a whirlwind. I went to visit a best friends and celebrated a friend’s fortieth birthday in New Orleans. I made a stop at the famous Baldwin and Co. bookshop of course. I picked up The Fifth Season by NK Jemisin and A Fortune for Your Disaster by Hanif Abdurraqib. It was a lovely trip but coming home felt like receiving whiplash. The adrenaline is gone. And the sadness is still overwhelming. Last night my son cried because he misses his old school. He wants to go back. But his school is gone. It’s such a horrible thing to have remind your kid that their favorite place is burned down. We drive up often to check on our property. I hate it. It’s like visiting a graveyard. It is a graveyard. All those homes. All those people. It’s all so bizarre. And with the current political climate things feel so unsure. Unstable. There is no clear path forward. Should we rebuild? Should we not? Are we crazy for even trying? There are no answers. Only questions and loss. So I write shitty poetry to try and cope and just get something out. My brain is at once too crowded and a fog.

I am still reading. Delightfully Samantha Shannon has revised her famous Bone Season Series and it has given me comfort in these fraught times. I can relax my brain and escape for a little bit.

Take care my #bookstagram friends. I am holding yall close. Instagram fucking sucks but I do love all of you. ...

A love letter to you Los Angeles. And a huge thank you to everyone who donated to me. The kindness of this community is so staggering I can’t wrap my head around it. Only we will save each other. I am so scared about what the future will bring. But weirdly. Your kindness has given me so much hope for such an uncertain future. We’re truly all we’ve got. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Also please excuse typos. I didn’t have the energy to edit. ...

I have retyped this caption a hundred times. And I got nothing. 2024 was…hard. And gave me a greater appreciation for the little things. The older I get the more I relish in life’s more humble delights, a delicious cup of coffee, the tiny thrill I get when I get to bike to the farmers market after work with fresh fruit and a baguette strapped to my back pack, holding my kids close, laughing with my partner, randomly breaking out into song with my entire class..it goes on. I go into 2025 again remembering that nothing is promised and all I can do is my best to leave this world better for those who come after me, as impossible as that feels to accomplish it’s the only thing that feels right. Cheers everyone. May you find peace and safety in the years to come. #bestbooksof2024 #bestoflist #happynewyear #readmorebooks #books #middlegradebooks #bookstagram #bookstagrammer ...