After a long few weeks in the classroom — grading papers, lesson plans, and all those “Miss, can I submit it tomorrow?” moments — I

After weeks of city noise and deadlines, I finally gave myself permission to slow down — really slow down. And somehow, that led me from

Last year, around this time, I was in Vermont. I still remember it so clearly — the air smelled like pine and wood smoke, and

October comes slow to Texas. The days are still warm, but the wind starts to whisper through the grass. Out here on the ranch, the

Last October feels like a blur — midterms, lesson plans, and a classroom full of teenagers who couldn’t stop talking about costumes. Teaching high school

Los Angeles always feels different in October. The sun still shines like summer, but the air turns soft, and the city starts to glow orange