There are times when you CAN'T be silent...

Yes, my friends, there ARE times when you just cannot be silent...

This video is so moving to me as I know in the future this could very be the conversation that Justin and I have in a public place.

Are you shocked by the comment that 29 states in our land of the "free" and "brave" promote the right to not serve anyone who is gay and trying to raise a family can be denied service? What does this sound like? 50's and 60's mentality? And we say that discrimination is not alive and well in America...where everyone is free to search for the life of liberty and pursuit of happiness?

Heck ANY of us who fight hatred daily, being discriminated upon and want so desperately to have a family, to have children of our very own watch this and say, "Yup, Been there...seen that!!!"
What prides me the most is that TEXAS, the land of Republicans, conservatism, and the death penalty...where the land of everything bigger and better...is the ones stepping up to the plate. THANK YOU, Texans, for your love and support...

America, it is time to get on the band wagon!

When the subject is giving too much power...

This has been something on my mind for many months if not years... I want to address this here...
What strikes me is how much we, as human beings, give the people in our lives, the ones most important to us, all of the power in our lives. We bend over backwards, we struggle with the whys and whens and hows of the boyfriends/ girlfriends in our lives. So many times in my career, young people tearfully struggle with why he doesn't love me, why is she treating me this way, what can I be doing wrong?
Allowing someone to control your life makes you feel so helpless.
It can even go with you for many many many years.
I am a high schooler and had a crush on this friend, who happened to be a girl. See back then I dated my closest friends knowing that in the end they would have to break it off as I was so awkward when it came to dating relationships. However, the reverse would happen.She basically lead me on while she was dating the man who would eventually become her husband. I was bitter and angry and so hurt that she could not even tell me that much. Were we not friends first? Needless to say it did not end well and we parted ways and a friendship ended.
And you know? I KNEW deep down my inner truth. I KNEW that it would end poorly anyway as I was more attracted to the quarterback on the football team.
Here's the deal...I carried that hurt for years. I have friends who have dogged her left and right. And I allowed her to have all the power in my mind. The years had rolled by. I let it go and stopped allowing her to have power over my emotions. Truth be told,  I had forgotten about her. I had moved on. I assumed that she had as well.
20 years roll by and we come together for our high school 20 year reunion and this classmate is there. I come in with my partner and friends to the mixer the first evening of the weekend. And look across the room and there she is. She comes over with this pouty look on her face, almost too over the top to be believable. I hug her and introduce Justin. And the next thing out of her mouth is this, "I am so sorry. I am soooo sorry. I am just so sorry."
She had carried that for 20 years. WOW! All I could say was, "It's alright. Really! It is alright!" Sounding like a broken record.
I am So Sorry.
It is alright!
I am just so sorry.
Believe me, it is alright!
Who would have ever thought that that would be the reverse? She had allowed all the power to be given to me and that moment in our lives and had carried it with her all those years. I felt horrible for her and a sense of pity. I had moved on and found love and comfort and she in turn had carried guilt with her for the way she had treated me.
There are other people in my life who have hurt me and those I love. I struggle so much with what to do. I have written a few folks off in my life for their ignorance when it comes to my life. They are not there day in and day out and so their importance in my life is next to nil. I do however feel horrible that I allow them to have power over my thoughts. That I think about them. That I think about what the coming years will be like when life events happen and we will have to see each other. What I will or won't say. And then feel ridiculous that I give them the power of my thoughts and should focus on the more important things in my life.
 I pray for God to show them the way. I pray for God to show me the way. God grant me a tougher skin and a stronger backbone. Quit being a worry wart and practice what you preach. I give them too much power and need to refocus my life in a way that follows the mantras I want in my life.
How do you handle these times in your life? Who has the most power in your life?

Such an odd dream...

I am teaching method acting to my advanced drama students, who are my Competitive Speech students. It is one of my favorite units of study I get the chance to teach. Very personal. Very strong way to get kids to find deeper ways to create and connect with characters. Very cool way for kids to build stronger bonds with themselves and their teammates.

I also get the chance to share some personal insight with my kids into my own life. I don't do this very often. I get the chance to talk quite a bit about my grandparents and how very different my relationship was with them both. I explain the process of using a person, in the sense memory activity, whom you expect to have a very strong, visceral reaction to seeing sitting in front of you. I explain how you can create one square inch of their hand and have an overwhelming response to it.
So one of these days of instruction, I begin to explain my grandparents to my kids. I explain what triggers emotions when I create one inch of my grandfather's hand or the handkerchief in my grandmother's sleeve.

When thinking about my grandfather, the emotions of heated anger and inadequacy come flooding back over me. He was such a beast when it came to stubbornness. He never smiled. I can feel that sens of always having to explain myself and still not getting through and frustrated doing so.

When thinking about my grandmother, I can still hear her voice in my head. "How is my sweetheart", she would always ask on our weekly Sunday chats. I can see her back to me in the kitchen with the smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls, while she washes dishes in the sink, looking out over the yard. I can see how she would tuck a Kleenex in her sleeve. Emotions flood over me, even after 13 years of her being away.

So I have shared this story with my kids to walk them through "Person" activity for emotional recall. What I was not prepared for was residual feelings to come up in my dreams. I dreamt that I was back in my grandparent's house in Northern Minnesota. I walked in the back door and it all flooded back to me. I could smell everything. I was there in the kitchen. I walked through the doorway to the dining room and into the living room. I could feel the carpet. I could see it all down to every minute detail. I walked into their bedroom and could see the dark paneling on the wall. I saw EVERY picture on the wall, the location of the closet doors, the placement of everything in the room. I KNEW they were already gone. I knew I would not turn around and see them. They had already been gone too long. But everything was as it had always been.

Then all of a sudden, I realize that there is a HUGE fire in the distance. I could see out the living room picture window. An all encompassing fire that had exploded in the distance and I knew that I had to get out of there. I leave and get in my car parked out front. I just look at the house, memories still raw and vibrant,  and can see the flames begin to lap at the barn in the distance, and know that it would soon be consumed. I realize that I have to go back in the house and save whatever I can of them, of their years in their house, of the years we all had shared there. Save whatever I could from the Higdem legacy.

And I could not get back into the house...

The doors were locked...

And I woke up...

What an odd thing to have this moment in my thoughts...Jarring. Shaken. Feeling at peace with beign able to be there for even just one moment more. Knowing that it is not this way anymore, except in the dark recesses of my mind.

Just let me teach...

It is all I have ever wanted to be...
I just want to teach...
I just want to watch the light bulb go on when a child finally "gets it"...
I just want to coach a child to success, in whatever form that may come in...
I just want to put away all of the paperwork, the politics, the wondering what the weather will be, the backhandedness, the struggle for power and just get down to the business of educating minds...

Who knew that there would be so much ELSE in this vocation we call education?
Not me, that's for sure!!
But you do take the good with the bad and you just persevere.
You push on through for the good of the child and for the good of the program.
But there are times...

Why can't it be like my "up and coming" directors and playwrights who have more creativity, vision, and verve in their little finger than I EVER thought or dreamt to have? In my classes, I have aspiring conductors and composers, up and coming business people, visionaries, creative souls who weave stories like there is no tomorrow. I can look out over my classroom each day and just see the potential rise off the masses. They are so strong!!! I can feel that and I love love LOVE that!!! That is what drives me to come to work, excited and willing to put in the long hours each day for the good of each and every student. Seeing that potential and knowing that if it is cultivated, it will grow into a something pretty amazing!

That is what teaching is for, dear friends. To be able to assist an aspiring playwright in weaving their story from beginning to the end, seeing the potential of the plot in play or movie form and know that the drive and potential is there to go so far is exciting and exhilarating.

Why can't I just be allowed to teach and forget all the rest?
Ah what a wonderful place that would be...

The passing of childhood...

One of those hard to take milestones...
Watching your friends lose their parents...
Rough to take...
In a matter of months, I have watched two friends go through the loss of their fathers. It is so jarring, especially when you spend your life thinking your parents are invincible.

You know that they are there to support you through the rough patches and the joys of your life. You connect with them on such a deep level.

They are the ones who literally brought you into this world, crying when you reached for the first light. They are the ones who bruised your behind when you did wrong, still crying deep inside while you sobbed and sobbed, knowing you had done wrong.

They are the ones who cheered you on when you stood in the limelight and took that first step toward performing in front of the relatives, saying, "Come on, sing for Grandma." Believing that you would go much MUCH farther. You know deep down that you are invinceable in their eyes and for that you too are much stronger.

They are the ones who do eventually grey around the edges. All of a sudden you turn around, walking around that corner one day and BAM... they are grey, more fragile yet still full of vitality, more beautiful in their years and for that you are grateful.

They are the ones who eventually do retire. They are the ones who shift their focus to sleeping in, playing golf, and being a mentor for the younger generation. They are the ones who road trip every winter, road trip every summer, and hang out with the girls for a leisure Friday lunch.

They are the ones who struggle with reappearing cancer. They shake you to your core as you try to be strong and support...Lord knows they have supported you your entire life. You want to cry but you know that it is better to be strong and cry behind the closed doors of your own bedroom.

They are the ones that the community looks up to. That the younger generation looks up to. That your fellow man looks up to. They are the ones who set the traditions and maintain it. They are the ones who kiss the boos boos and know just the right thing to say.

What happens when that is all wiped away in one single stroke? What then? I am grateful for the time I have NOW. I am grateful for the time that is LEFT, whatever that may be. But am I prepared for what lies ahead? Are any of us? Probably not... But we should take each moment for what it is and enjoy the time we do have.

Both of my friends have entered this stage of their lives with grace and love and strength, it is my prayer that I can do the same.