family, reflection

This Life Matters

As many of you know, I am a keeper of moments and memories.

What started as private writings in a magenta-colored journal of my childhood transformed to pen pal letters in the mail, folded notes passed in the hall, and yearly reflection letters I wrote to myself on New Year’s Eve when I was a teen.

While I don’t have many photographs from my younger years, I have a few photo albums from college, filled with silly pics, one-liners, and quips that only make sense to me and a handful of friends. I also have a journal or two, shared between sorority sisters, capturing a quintessential time in our lives we thought would last forever.

Years later, when I married and became a mom, I felt an insatiable pull to capture all the new things around me. I became a Creative Memories consultant to fund my new hobby of scrapbooking and dove into the joys of storytelling with photos, creating album after album of our adventures as a family of three.

Decades passed. I no longer have the time (or energy!) for the detailed scrapbooking, preferring instead to post photos and captions on Facebook.

Our family has expanded to a family of seven, including a bonus son and grandbaby in the mix. My daughter, an only child for five years, has two younger brothers, one of whom just graduated from college. The youngest brother is starting his senior year of high school. My daughter is now a mom herself.

The tides never stop, but shift in their intensity.

Time continues on.

As I complete my first year as a Mimi (my Grandma name), I am once again feeling propelled to capture all the things. Photos. Stories. Laughter. Love. I want to preserve it all! I’m also realizing how quickly age blurs the details of our past, painting a soft hue around the sharp edges of our memories.

This summer I purchased a journal and labeled the pages for each year my husband and I have been together (34 years and counting!) My goal was to simply capture our travels – where did we go? Who were we with? What month did this happen?

I’ve been scouring all my reliable sources, namely my 2 TB hard drive where I’ve diligently saved digital photos in folders and subfolders labeled by month and year. I’ve pulled out scrapbooks. Cross-referenced calendars. Flipped through boxes of printed pictures. Searched my Google Photos app.

Each moment, a memory.

Each memory, a smile.

Each smile, a reminder.

Even though my summer break is quickly coming to an end, I am delighted in the progress I’ve made. This is a project I can easily continue through the school year, working on it bit by bit until I’m caught up to current days. With each entry in my journal, I am reminded of the joy that has wrapped our family through the years. I have the privilege of being a time-traveler, reliving the fun moments we created with, and for, our children when they were younger.

As the years continue and memories fade a bit more with age, there will be a little turquoise journal on my bookshelf documenting the travels and timelines of our family. There will be lists of themed birthday parties. Which Halloween costumes my children wore. All the locations of my husband’s marathons.

It will be a journal of a Momma’s love because this life matters.

A photo from Tamara's family travel journal, listing the places they visited in 2012.
Tamara’s Family Travel Journal – 2012
Our Travels – Est. 1992

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reflection

One Word 2026

When 2025 began, I knew it would be a transformational year for our family. Our firstborn, Katrina, and her husband, Brennan, were expecting their first child, a secret we held in our hearts as the ball dropped and confetti fell during the Times Square New Years Eve celebration we watched on TV.

We knew our lives would change forever. Children would become parents. Parents would become grandparents. Brothers would become uncles. Grandfathers would become great-grandfathers.

It would be a year of memorable moments.

A year of celebration.

A year filled with awe.

It was all that… and more!

Each month, I captured moments of awe through the lens of my camera. So much so, I had to upgrade my phone because I continually ran out of storage space! Below are the highlights from this past year:

January 2025

  • Daniel designed and built his own table and storage station for his 3D printer
  • Katrina and Brennan shared their baby news with family and friends
  • I saw a #HiMom heart on what would have been my mom’s 71st birthday

February 2025

  • Katrina took (and passed!) her SHRM-SCP certification despite battling morning sickness (we were also in awe of her testing station being #11 – her favorite number!)
  • I enjoyed a Galentines night of fun with sweet friends
  • We survived multiple snowstorms (and water outages!) while Katrina and Brennan escaped to TX for a Babymoon Disney Cruise
  • Daniel accepted a position with Jefferson Lab working as a Cryogenics Engineering Student Intern

March 2025

  • My sister-in-law, Dee, and I hosted a bridal shower for our nephew’s fiancée, Valerie
  • Caleb was inducted into the National Beta Club
  • Daniel flew his first rocket 1,000 feet in the air to earn his Level 1 Rocketry Certification
  • Katrina and Brennan hosted a gender reveal party to find out that their baby is a boy!

April 2025

  • Caleb earned a new PR as part of the AHS track team
  • Lisa and I enjoyed a quick overnight visit with our boys at the beach
  • Daniel was invited to be a guest speaker for the ODU Alumni Association’s Endowment Reception
  • I found (and purchased!) a duplicate of the same bunny Katrina had as a baby, to give her at an upcoming baby shower
  • We traveled to JMU to watch our niece, Avery, perform as a Dancing Duke

May 2025

  • Katrina survived having a 3-hour glucose test (and almost passing out!) We transformed it into a celebration with gifts to open every 20 minutes and an Olive Garden lunch date when it was over, wrapping up the day with window shopping, discounted Sonic slushes, and a dinner at Texas Roadhouse with Brennan and Daniel.
  • We traveled to Mary Washington University to celebrate our niece, Haley, graduating with her Bachelor’s degree
  • We traveled to Virginia Beach to celebrate the wedding of our nephew, JT, and his fiancée, Valerie.
  • Rich and Daniel hiked the Grand Canyon Rim-to-Rim-to-Rim together (going from the North Rim to the South Rim on Day 1, then the South Rim to the North Rim on Day 2)
  • We celebrated the new baby-to-be at a “Silly Goose” baby shower hosted by Katrina’s college friends

June 2025

  • Caleb created his own entrepreneurial enterprise, selling his Lego sets on eBay to earn enough money to purchase a PS5 gaming console (which included building, photographing, dismantling, sorting, and listing multiple sets online)
  • Brennan’s mom and I hosted a baby shower for Katrina and Brennan with an “Ahoy! It’s a Boy!” theme, with support from Brennan’s dad
  • I reconnected with several ZTA sisters for brunch (several I haven’t seen in 30+ years!)
  • We traveled to Winnipeg, Canada, to visit my friend Annick Rauch, and support Rich running his 44th marathon
  • Daniel traveled to Texas to successfully launch a rocket 10,000 feet in the air as part of the ODU Rocketry Team’s participation in the International Rocket Engineering Competition (IREC), despite hailstorms, missing/damaged parts, and weather delays
  • I took a selfie with a polar bear swimming in water!

July 2025

  • We enjoyed a family vacation to Great Wolf Lodge with a very pregnant Mama!
  • Rich, Daniel and I hiked part of the Appalachian Trail to stand on the Turk Mountain Summit during sunset
  • I celebrated 7-11 day traveling across the state of Virginia to enjoy free slurpees with each of my children
  • I was surprised with a “Mimi Shower” by my co-workers to celebrate my new role as a grandparent
  • Lisa and I enjoyed a visit to Water Country with Caleb and Isaac despite the threat of torrential thunderstorms
  • I reconnected with former Kings Dominion Games Department coworkers to celebrate Pat Jones’ retirement

August 2025

  • We celebrated the birth of our first grandchild, Elias Henry Thaler, after three very long days of induction
  • My dad recovered from sepsis and a 13-day hospital stay following a summer of chemo treatments (overlapping with Katrina giving birth to Elias in different hospitals 1.5 hours apart!)
  • I spent two weeks in Newport News preparing for and supporting Katrina and Brennan in their first days/weeks of being new parents and babysat Elias so they could celebrate their 3rd anniversary when he was three weeks old
  • I captured a photo of a baby frog near Katrina and Brennan’s mailbox shortly after Elias was born – #HiMom
  • I visited with more ZTA sisters at a winery (my first visit to a winery in the U.S.!) and enjoyed my first visit to the Harrisonburg Buc-ee’s, too!
  • We moved Daniel into a house he rented with roommates for the start of his senior year in college

September 2025

  • Rich and I explored the Blue Ridge Tunnel off Skyline Drive
  • Lisa and I watched Hamilton in the movie theater (with reclining seats!)
  • Caleb and I watched Toy Story in the movie theater (channeling his childhood!) before he turned 16 years old
  • I shared my Passion for Kindness with several book talks and author events throughout the fall season
  • I enjoyed the Immersive Van Gogh experience (wearing my Starry Night dress, too!)
  • One of my sweet ZTA sisters, Stacy, handmade a personalized baby blanket in our sorority colors, embroidered with Elias’ name

October 2025

  • We celebrated Birthday Weekend with our family of seven (and surprised Daniel with his favorite childhood game – Cranium’s Jam Pack Jam!)
  • I wore teal and orange to celebrate Taylor Swift’s newest album The Life of a Showgirl and attended an album release party
  • Caleb continued to crush PRs with the AHS cross-country team
  • We watched The Sound of Music with our family of seven and reminisced about our visit to Salzburg, Austria in 2024
  • We attended one last ODU football game with Daniel
  • Caleb passed his DMV test to get his learner’s permit to drive

November 2025

  • I celebrated several visits with Elias, in awe of how much he changes each time (his smile melts my heart!)
  • We celebrated Rich’s dad’s recovery from falling and breaking his hip to hip replacement surgery and rehab
  • Rich ran his 45th marathon in Richmond
  • I found a “You Are Mine” turquoise mug at Goodwill
  • Elias weighed 11 lbs. 11 oz. at his doctor’s appointment on 11/11 (on the 25th anniversary of his great-great grandmother’s passing on 11/11!)
  • Katrina, Caleb and I watched Wicked: For Good in the movie theater
  • We enjoyed Elias’ first Thanksgiving together
  • Katrina and I went Black Friday Shopping with lunch at Ginger Red (we also saw a woman get hit by a car, but she ended up being OK!)

December 2025

  • Rich, Caleb, and I enjoyed the Illuminate Light Show as part of our holiday celebrations
  • I watched it snow over the ocean (such a thrill!)
  • Lisa and I took selfies in the snow (a first for us in 33 years of friendship!)
  • We heard Elias laugh
  • Rich and I watched Les Misérables (one of my favorite plays!) at the Altria Theater
  • Caleb was inducted into the National Honor Society (NHS)
  • Daniel and I shared a meal at Doumar’s (bucket list – check!)
  • Rich and I celebrated the Hanover Education Foundation’s 25th anniversary, attending their Celebration of Excellence Gala
  • I found my mom’s 25 year AA coin in the side pocket of my special events purse that I’ve carried with me for 8.5 years and haven’t seen since her passing in 2017
  • I enjoyed “Tea with Kip” as a surprise for Katrina from Brennan’s dad’s family
  • We enjoyed Elias’ first Christmas and our first Christmas as a family of seven!

As I reflect on all the blessings above, and moments of awe I experienced month after month, my One Word for 2026 came easily to mind:

Treasure.

I want to discover the treasures this life has to share, then treasure the discoveries made.

I know 2026 will have challenges along the way, as my dad continues his battle with Stage 4 cancer and Rich’s dad recovers full mobility from his hip replacement. There will most likely be unexpected challenges and hurdles to overcome as well. However, the new year is already brimming with bright expectation as we look forward to Daniel’s college graduation, the start of Caleb’s senior year of high school, and Elias’ first birthday.

My wish for you, dear faithful reader, is that you, too, might find treasure in your moments of 2026.

Push the pause button. Embrace the stillness, the laughter, the joy. Capture your memories. Share your love.

Be the change you wish to see in the world!

One Word Goals

2026 – Treasure

2025 – Awe

2024 – Restore

2023 – Renew

2022 – Continue

2021 – Appreciate

2020 – Radiate

2019 – Uplift

2018 – Inspire

2017 – Resilience

2016 – Joy


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family, grief, reflection

Eleven Eleven

On this day, twenty-five years ago, my adored Grandma Payne passed away.

The date was 11/11. I was 28 years old.

It was one of the worst days of my life.

Placing flowers at my Grandma Payne’s grave

Grandma Payne was my anchor in seas of turmoil. She was the early morning light that skimmed my face, reminding me that another day had begun, so we best make the most of it.

She was independent. Strong. A single mother by the late 1950’s, she carved a space and place to raise her only child, who would become my dad three months after he graduated high school.

It was then that she began a new role, one that would change my life forever.

She became my grandma.

And now I’m a grandma, too.

Grandma Payne was my connection to the past, sharing family stories that always ended with a gasp or a giggle. She welcomed all into her home with an open door, and open heart, and a plate filled with food. She could be mischievous at times, but with a twinkle in her eye that reminded you not to take everything in life so seriously.

She was my bridge to the future, helping me reach whatever milestone loomed ahead. She made sure nothing was going to stand in my way to achieve my dreams.

A lot has happened over the past quarter of a century without her here. The world has changed in exponential ways; and yet, much of the world has stayed the same.

We love.

We lose.

We grieve.

But somehow, miraculously, we find a way to keep moving forward. Inch by inch. Step by step. Moment by moment.

We live.

I am grateful for the twenty-eight years in which our timelines overlapped. Grandma Payne watched me dance. Listened to me sing. Celebrated my wins and made lemonade when life handed me lemons.

She attended my piano recitals. Band concerts. Show choir competitions. Play performances. She cheered as I crossed the stage for high school and college graduations. She shed a tear or two as I walked down the aisle, then cried even more when I moved states away.

My daughter promoted her to great-grandparent status, which she enjoyed for two years before her journey here on Earth came to an end on 11/11.

Today, I remember her.

Grandma Payne reading to her great-granddaughter, Katrina
1999

Over the next few weeks, I will share a few stories of my Grandma Payne on this blog, as I reflect on lessons learned that I still carry in my heart today. Perhaps those lessons will resonate with you as well, my faithful readers.

The moments we create today become memories for tomorrow.

That’s what 1111 is all about.

Grandma Payne, with me, my dad, Kenny, and my daughter, Katrina
1999
Now I’m a grandma (“Mimi”) to my first grandchild, Elias
2025

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kindness, Uncategorized

Sweet Surprise for an Apple Star

When was the last time you replaced a vital piece of technology in your world? Did you order something new online and have it delivered to your home? Or did you tackle the drive to a traditional mall to speak with a sales associate instead?

Visiting a physical store and haggling with an employee for a good deal is not my cup of tea. In this era of online shopping, it’s much easier to swipe, click, add to cart, and continue along the way. For my neighbor, however, this was not an option.

Ms. Julia needed a new iPad to replace the one she’s used for almost a decade.

She wanted a new device, but didn’t need the extras.

What she had fit her needs perfectly, except the operating system was now obsolete, too outdated to update the apps she used regularly.

On one of her visits to my home, Ms. Julia asked if I might be willing to accompany her to the Apple Store at Short Pump Mall to help navigate the complexities of options. “I don’t want to waste time looking at all the new gadgets. I want this iPad, but it needs to be new. I also need a charger. And a case. That’s it.”

The time had come to head to the store.

Short Pump Mall Sign
Apple Store

As expected, the Apple Store was a bustling haven of shoppers and specialists. When we walked through the doors, we were greeted with a smile and directed to the iPad section. Seeing the various devices on the table, Ms. Julia was immediately overwhelmed, whispering, “This is why you are here. I don’t know the difference in any of these.”

After tapping on a few screens to pull up the specifications, we caught the eye of another employee who also greeted us with a smile and a warm welcome. “Need any help?” she asked.

I told her what we wanted, which opened the door to conversation. We learned the employee’s name was Sarah, and she greeted Ms. Julia by name after taking a peek at her iPad’s Apple ID. She was kind and helpful, never pushy in the way salespeople might be. We realized during our discussions that she was also helping another customer, shifting between us both as transfers were made and apps were loading.

It was clear Sarah was great at multitasking.

She was also great at acknowledging Ms. Julia’s apprehension towards new technology and seamlessly explaining the various aspects of her new device, which included a few more bells and whistles, such as AI technology embedded in Mail, Notes, and Photos.

She complimented Ms. Julia on her colorful, jeweled bracelet, extending the banter back and forth. When Ms. Julia made her final color selection of her new iPad cover, Sarah exclaimed, “Well, of course you would choose this color – it matches the green in your glasses!” It was clear that Sarah knew how to make connections with customers.

She was an absolute delight!

Even when the new device got locked up trying to load Ms. Julia’s messages, Sarah didn’t hesitate to reach out to another specialist for assistance, reminding us that even people we think are “experts” need support, too. When she heard Ms. Julia mention wanting to learn more, she shared information about the in-store learning classes and got Ms. Julia signed up for an upcoming session. This sparked another conversation where Ms. Julia shared about the classes she attended pre-COVID, right after she purchased her very first iPad years ago.

As Sarah completed the sale, Ms. Julia asked her how long she had worked at this Apple Store. She smiled and proudly shared, “My one-year anniversary with the store is tomorrow!” We congratulated her on the accomplishment as she packaged our purchases, then it was time to head home.

For most people, the story would end there.

But we are kindness cultivators.

You know there will be more to share!

As Ms. Julia and I walked back to my car, we couldn’t stop talking about what a wonderful experience we had in the Apple Store with Sarah. We wanted to do something for her to show our appreciation while also acknowledging her anniversary in her role.

The next morning, Ms. Julia and I met again at Short Pump Town Center mall. She carried a blue cooler on a strap, keeping the frosted tea cakes she purchased at the grocery store chilled while she was at church. I brought a notecard, and together we wrote our thanks for the exceptional customer service we received the day before. We also congratulated Sarah on her one-year milestone with the Apple Store, encouraging her to celebrate the accomplishment with our sweet treats.

Ms. Julia with her cooler, tea cakes, and a note of appreciation.
Inside of card
Back side of card
Cute little tea cakes for Sarah!
Time to deliver our surprises!

Unfortunately, Sarah was not working at the time we arrived, but another employee listened to our tale of appreciation, the smile on his face spreading wider with each detail we shared. He shook both of our hands, thanked us on Sarah’s behalf for the kind act, then reassured us that he would personally make sure she received the gift today.

It was a sweet surprise for an Apple star!

Then, as we left the store and headed back to our cars once again, Ms. Julia reached into her cooler and surprised me with a container of vanilla almond granola from The Fresh Market, a RAK based on a previous conversation where I had mentioned my new favorite breakfast of greek yogurt, blueberries, pineapple, and granola.

The ripple of kindness is endless!

Ms. Julia surprised me with a container of granola!

I hope today’s kindness story is a reminder of small acts that make a big impact. What began as a potentially frustrating experience (purchasing new technology) ended with grace, gratitude, and joy! May this inspire you to listen to the little details in conversations with others and put that whisper on your heart into action.

You never know whose day you will make when you lead with kindness – you might get a kindness boomerang, too!


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reflection

Reclaimed Energy

The older I become, the more aware I am of the energy around me.

The give.

The take.

The sorrow.

The joy.

A few years ago, Tony Robbins posted this quote and it still resonates with me today:

“Where focus goes, energy flows. And where energy flows, whatever you’re focusing on grows. In other words, your life is controlled by what you focus on.”

While there are many things in life beyond our control, we are not always victims to circumstance. We can control how we spend our time. Who receives the energy we have to give. How we respond to those around us.

Sometimes I reflect on my life through a narrow viewfinder, raising the circular tube of memories to peer inside, discovering a kaleidoscope of colors, bright and ever-changing.

Other times my reflections are a weighted blanket pressed against my soul, alternating between comforting safety and oppressive suffocation.

Our lives are complicated. We live in a world that is a cacophony of chaos and calm. Our energy is not limitless; rather, it expends itself at variable rates that, when completely consumed, must be refilled, regained, reclaimed.

Choose wisely.

Today I challenge you to seeks the spaces in your life that fill, not drain. Your energy is the driving force behind all you do, all you give, all you are.

What are the things that bring you joy?

Do those things.

Who are the people that remind you of your value?

Connect with them.

How do you respond to the world around you?

Maintain your boundaries.

Rise above.

Each summer, when my teaching contract ends, I reclaim my energy. I refocus on passions, people, and perspectives, which might become askew during the school year.

Unlike a traditional teaching contract, my summer break is limited. Finite. A few weeks to catch my breath, then I’m back to the hustle and bustle of serving others, outside of my family.

Summer is my time.

I make bucket lists of things I want to do. People I want to see. Adventures I want to enjoy.

It’s a time of making core memories with my children. Writing and reflecting. Dreaming, wondering, renewing.

And this summer, I will start the grandest adventure yet: becoming a Mimi (Grandma)!

I refuse to allow uncontrollable circumstances steal my joy.

I stand firm in my stance of personal boundaries, continuing to pour into buckets that refill others.

I reclaim my energy, and I hope you do, too.


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kindness

You Are Loved

This week I made a Starbucks stop to grab my favorite pick-me-up drink: a chai tea latte, extra hot. Yes, I know it sounds a bit silly to order an extra hot drink when we are nearly halfway through April, but Mother Nature rolled right back in with a freeze warning after I had packed away all my heavy winter sweaters, so I felt justified by my order.

When it came time to pay, the cashier scanned my app then looked up at me in surprise. “I LOVE your name!” she gushed as a huge smile spread across her face.

It took a few seconds to register why she responded with such glee. I glanced at her name tag, but we didn’t share a name. Maybe she had a friend named Tamara? Then it hit me.

She wasn’t referring to my real name.

She meant the name on my Starbucks app.

You Are Loved

Once I made the connection, her smile reflected in mine as I laughed and said, “We all need a little reminder every now and again! You ARE loved very much!” Her joy radiated as she completed the order and then we parted ways.

A few minutes later, I heard a robust male voice announce to the cafe: CHAI TEA LATTE… YOU ARE LOVED!

I quickly scanned the room and sure enough, a few people looked up and and smiled.

Mission accomplished.

When I picked up my tea from the counter, I was delighted to see the barista had written a note on my cup, right above my Starbucks name.

#Facts

It’s true. I am a little quirky in my passion for kindness. Whether it’s surprising someone with flowers, leaving someone a note of appreciation, or simply waving at my neighbor as I drive down the street, I am a firm believer that small reminders of love make a huge impact on others.

Even if it’s your name in a Starbucks app.

If you are feeling a bit lost and unseen, or you’ve just had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, please know that you, too, are loved beyond measure.

You are a blessing to this world.


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education, reflection

Acronym Mayhem

If you are unfamiliar with the educational sector, allow me to let you in on a widely-known fact: Educators LOVE acronyms.

Seriously!

Talk to anyone about their role in education and you’ll suddenly find yourself swimming through a sea of acronyms:

SAT. ACT. GPA.

ELL. SPED. IEP.

FERPA. NCLB. PBIS.

DEI.

DOE.

SEL.

For the non-educator reading this post, your head may be swirling, trying to figure out what each of those acronyms represents. Some, like the first set of three, may ring a bell in your memories as a student, as you worked your way through the K-12 educational system to set the path of where you are today. Others, such as the second set of three, may only make sense because you – or someone you know – have been directly impacted by those terms.

Today I want to share a story with you about the last three acronyms on the list. It’s been a wild week, both in world-wide news and local social media and it’s left my mind perplexed as to the blatant ignorance of people in our country, our state, and our local vicinities.

DEI

This week our school district celebrated World Down Syndrome Day (March 21) by encouraging students and staff to wear mismatched or crazy socks to raise awareness of Down syndrome. For those who may not be aware, the shape of socks resembles a karyotype, a set of chromosomes, and the date of 3/21 is chosen because individuals who have Down syndrome have three (3) copies of the twenty-first (21) chromosome.

Our school district did not create World Down Syndrome Day, the date it is celebrated, nor the symbol of socks, but it did share a post on social media to remind students and staff who wanted to participate.

Those are the facts.

Now for the opinions.

Several people replied to this post with comments of appreciation and celebration. One resident of our local community, however, felt the need to share her thoughts with these words:

“Isn’t this DEI programming? Not allowed. Focus on reading and math.”

For. The. Love. Of. All. Things. Sane.

Ma’am, I don’t know who you are, but I am shocked by your ignorance, and your willingness to put that ignorance on full blast for the world to see. I was actually embarrassed on your behalf because it’s clear you have absolutely no clue what DEI truly means in an educational setting.

So… let’s go there.

D – Diversity. This means we are aware that not everyone in a classroom looks the same, acts the same, or has the same abilities. I am PROUD of the diverse community of students we see each day in our schools. I am GRATEFUL that we can talk about our differences without shame or ridicule. I am HONORED to share the strengths of others while encouraging those who are honing their skills in other areas.

E – Equity. This is NOT the same as equality. Equity means when your kid misses a day for being sick, we allow them to make up that quiz without penalty. It means your student who learns best by writing or drawing pictures can take notes their own way while others are typing on their laptops (this is me, by the way, as a student AND an educator). Equity means we provide the scaffolds YOUR child needs to succeed because, at the end of the day, that’s what we were HIRED to do.

I – Inclusion. This is a pretty straightforward term. Your child should be included, not shunned. Your child should have the same opportunities as their classmates. Your child should not have to sit alone at a lunch table simply because they brought an apple instead of applesauce. All kids are allowed to play on the playground. All kids are provided time in their school day to learn about music, art, and physical education. And, prior to this year, all students were allowed to check out books in the library. (More on that in another post.)

DEI in the educational setting is NOT about human resources hiring practices. It’s not about mental “programming” and it most definitely does NOT take away from the instruction of reading and math.

But, because of this divisive climate now in place throughout our country, you – and others – seem intent on taking your misunderstandings and sewing them into knots of chaos, causing unprovoked mayhem from a simple acronym.

Did we wear socks on March 21 to raise awareness for World Down Syndrome Day?

You better believe we did.

DOE

In the twenty-eight years of my educational career, never did I ever imagine a time when there would be no Department of Education (DOE) at the federal level. While I am not employed directly by the DOE, their programs have had a direct impact on my life.

I went to college with loans and grants from this federal department. If it were not for these programs, I would have never achieved my dream of being an elementary school teacher. This fact alone makes me forever grateful to the DOE (even if I really hated the years it took to repay those loans with such high interest rates!)

In every school district I’ve served, I’ve worked with schools receiving Title I federal funding, to provide for the needs of those whose families can’t meet the needs themselves. From counselors to crayons and everything in between, I’ve seen students soar at school because they had what they needed to be successful.

I have been the proud recipient of Title II federal funding to support my own professional learning so that, every five (now ten) years, I can earn enough recertification points to renew my teaching license and stay current with instructional practices that directly contribute to student and staff success. Without Title II funding, I might still be teaching the way I was taught back in the 80’s, a time when technology integration was something you could only see in Tomorrowland at Disney World.

All three of my children have benefited from individualized education plans (IEPs – another acronym!); my youngest child might still be mute if it were not for the skilled practitioners who worked with him as a toddler with federal funding support.

My daughter benefitted from Title IX when she wanted to play tennis in high school, and then later in college when she wanted to be a Business major. She is now a SHRM-SCP HR & Business Operations Manager with an aerospace company – a position she earned for her skills, not her gender. (And yes, I am aware of the irony that other industries love their acronyms, too, which is why I hyperlinked part of her title in case you wanted to learn more about that certification!)

I am an avid supporter of accountability and I believe in making sure resources are used wisely to benefit others with original intent. I am NOT a supporter of drastic dissolution of people and programs that make a direct, positive impact on those with whom they serve. If a program has fulfilled its purpose, its timeline met to full potential, then yes. It’s appropriate to shift gears and reallocate those resources. But a mass elimination of an entire department that serves EVERY CHILD IN THE UNITED STATES?

You have GOT to be kidding me.

(And don’t even try to interject your defense that the states will get that funding and everything will be better. There’s a solid reason why that department was created at the federal level in 1979 and has remained for more than forty years.)

SEL

In 2019, I wrote a book about my passion for kindness. I was on a personal journey of being a kindness cultivator and saw an aching need to share my story with the world. While the book showcases my stories – both in and out of the classroom – it also shares the many stories of others who saw the need to be the good in this world.

Woven through the pages was a reminder that you have a responsibility: to yourself and others. You can’t live in a self-serving bubble your entire life – at some point, you have to develop your skills of introspection to determine your value so you can then positively impact others around you.

About the same time that I was baring my soul with my book, there was a rising call from others who saw this need, too. School districts were taking notice that open conversations about feelings, emotions, and behaviors were beneficial to children (and adults, too).

SEL, or social-emotional learning, boils down to this: Understanding your own emotions, thoughts, and values and how those things directly impact your behavior and the behavior of others. It provides insight into the “why” people may do the things they do and offer suggestions on how you can navigate through the highs and lows.

It’s not “fluff.”

It’s not “just being nice.”

It is a way to shine a light on topics that make this world better.

But, guess what?

It’s not “allowed” anymore.

Excuse me… what?

I am still grappling with my own emotions about the way education is shifting, both as a parent and as an educator. I feel a bit like I’m riding the Time Shaft at Kings Dominion, my back pressed against a steel wall waiting for the walls to spin and the floor to drop out below me. I am already nauseous in the anticipation of what’s to come.

If you are reading this post today and feel the need to argue against the points I’ve shared, you can save your time and energy. This post is a reflection of my thoughts and feelings, a way to document the current educational climate and how it’s directly impacting my life. It’s not an invitation for negative engagement.

It’s personal.

If, however, you are reading this post today and share even a smidge of my angst, please know you are not alone.

Your. Work. Matters.

Your. Children. Matter.

This country deserves better.


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reflection, resolution

One Word 2025

A few weeks ago, in early December, I was standing on the balcony of a hotel room at Virginia Beach, waiting for the sun to rise. It’s rare that I have an oceanfront room anywhere and even more rare for me to be awake, before dawn, staring at the ocean. The world was still sleeping around me; the only sound I could hear was the ripple of the waves gently rolling onto the shore.

I hadn’t planned to start my day this way. I had a conference presentation to give in a few hours and knew my timeline was tight. Yet, as I pulled the room-darkening curtains to the side, peeking through the glass door, I felt a magnetic pull drawing me close, whispering, “Come. Wait. See.”

It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse.

I unlocked the sliding glass door, which easily slid against the track. One step forward, then another, brought me to the railing. A light breeze wrapped around my shoulder like a blanket, an unusually warm morning above the boardwalk.

My eyes scanned from left to right, sweeping across the shore, but all I saw was darkness. Slowly, a glimmer of light appeared in the corner of the night sky. With each passing moment the light expanded, drawing deep, dark colors across the horizon. The broad strokes shimmered as brighter colors appeared in hues of violet, amethyst, and lavender.

I couldn’t stop staring at the sky, watching it transform and reflect across the water.

A morning sunrise at Virginia Beach.

Suddenly a spark of bright light appeared in the distance, a radiant opening in the sky, illuminating the brilliance of the sea and sand below. The colors shifted once again, magenta skies melting into marigold and melon, their reflection dancing across the waves like a watercolor masterpiece made just for me.

Right when I thought the sky couldn’t possibly get any more beautiful, another layer of color appeared and I stood paralyzed by the magnificent artwork shown in the sky. Only one world could summarize this moment:

Awe.

The sunset in all its glory over the ocean.

In my 52 years, I have been blessed to see several sunrises, but I’m not sure any have been as spectacular as this one.

The colors unfolded with perfection. There were no distractions. I was alone and completely captivated. My soul was restored and all was right with the world. It was a perfect start to my day.


As I reflect on the highlights of 2024, the thread of restoration wove through each passing month. While there were a few bumps to stumble over and a couple of mountains to climb (literally and figuratively), I tried diligently to stay the course, maintaining boundaries on my time and commitments.

One way that I kept my #OneWord2024 of “Restore” in focus was prioritizing my time for those things that filled my heart with joy, even if they didn’t make sense to anyone else. I did a lot of writing, but kept my stories in draft. I meandered through parks and cemeteries, appreciating the stillness around me. I turned down a few professional opportunities, reminding myself that if my answer wasn’t a resounding, “Yes!” then it was an absolute, “No,” with no further explanation needed.

I discovered an appreciation for music in different genres, listening to the lyrics of Taylor Swift’s newest album, The Tortured Poets Department and experiencing her Eras Tour movie with my daughter and her friends. I also attended an AJR concert with my college-aged son – his first concert ever with his favorite band – as we traveled by train to Washington D.C. to enjoy the concert with my husband and youngest son, too.

I poured myself into making memories with my family. One of the biggest highlights of the year was taking a European vacation and Mediterranean Disney Cruise with my little family of six, traveling through 7 countries in 15 days. This was the first time I had flown across the Atlantic Ocean and the memories made from start to finish restored my soul in ways I couldn’t even fathom. It was a memory-making trip of grand proportions and a great way to celebrate 30 years of marriage, too.

A sketchnote I drew summarizing our international travel.
My favorite family photo from our Disney Cruise following our wine tasting and tour of Crete.
Making memories in Mirabell Gardens, in Salzburg, Austria.

Traveling was a constant theme of 2024. In September, Rich hiked the Grand Canyon with two of his friends, traveling from the South Rim to the North Rim in one day, then reversing the hike the next day. He’s looking forward to doing a similar hike in 2025 with Daniel by his side.

In November, Rich and I had the opportunity to visit New York City, marching in the NYC Veteran’s Day Parade on behalf of his work with T-Mobile. (Many thanks to Brennan who watched the live stream and caught us waving on TV!) While in the city, I soaked up every moment possible: meandering from Midtown to Central Park, taking in the sights of Broadway, Times Square, and Rockefeller Center, and mastering the metro to visit my childhood friend, Truly.

My restoration continued as a mom, celebrating all of our children as they pursued their passions. Caleb ran cross-country in the fall and will continue to run track through the winter and spring. He discovered a new interest in computer programming and continues to excel academically with a 4.1 GPA.

Daniel completed the first semester of his junior year in college, still holding on to that elusive 4.0 GPA in Mechanical Engineering. He is excited to start his internship at Jefferson Lab in the next few months while continuing his work as a Calculus tutor on campus.

Katrina and Brennan completed their largest remodeling project to date – their kitchen – and are ready to tackle new home projects in the future. Brennan also began a new job in accounting, while Katrina continues to soar in human resources with her company.

I enjoyed spending time with friends, whether it was sharing a quick meal for lunch or embracing a weekend away at the beach. I ate my weight in movie theater popcorn, watching Wicked with Katrina (13 years after we had saw the Broadway show), and savored a strawberry margarita with Daniel when he turned 21. I also played hours of Super Mario Party Jamboree with Caleb on the Nintendo Switch.

I reveled in theater performances of Annie, Tina Turner, To Kill a Mockingbird, Beetlejuice, Mamma Mia, and The Outsiders thanks to thoughtful gifts from my family. I even saw a solar eclipse and an aurora borealis right from my front yard! WOW!

As I look towards the new year with a restored sense of purpose, I know exactly which word will guide me to embrace the things that matter most:

Awe.

I want to experience those same feelings I had watching that spectacular sunset, to feel the joy radiating through my soul. 

I want to carve out time intentionally to appreciate things large and small. 

I want to live my life in awe.

My new year wish for you, my faithful reader, is to blanket yourself in all that 2025 has to offer. Take the trip. Share the stories. Write the book of your life for others to enjoy, too.

Listen.

Laugh.

Love.

Make the best of this new year, no matter what comes your way! And should you find yourself spellbound in awe by a moment or memory, please let me know. I would love to hear all about it! Together we can move forward appreciating the world around us, one moment at a time.

One Word Goals

2025 – Awe

2024 – Restore

2023 – Renew

2022 – Continue

2021 – Appreciate

2020 – Radiate

2019 – Uplift

2018 – Inspire

2017 – Resilience

2016 – Joy


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reflection, social media

Taking Flight to Bluer Skies

Do you remember when you first started using social media? The thrill of connecting with others in a virtual platform where you had control of what you shared with others and could decide who – and what – you saw when you logged in?

While my first interactions online began with college intranet, then with AOL Chat rooms, I created my first social media account on MySpace when my sister was in high school. I was in my early 30’s, living states away raising my family, while she was trying to conjugate verbs in Spanish for homework. She would message me about her assignments and I would do my best to guide her virtually, before Googling was an option to use.

Then, a few years later, MySpace was replaced with Facebook, and I discovered the joys of reconnecting with my high school friends as we prepared for our 20th class reunion. I fell in love with adding photos to my messages and sharing captions with the photos, awestruck with the idea that I could sit at home and “socialize” without driving or spending a dime.

In 2010, I was introduced to Twitter at a technology conference and discovered the power of virtual connections with other professionals in my educational field. I created my account in 2011 and never looked back. Twitter became my virtual home-away-from-home, a safe space where I could make connections with other educators, participate in weekly chats, and learn and grow in my knowledge of the world around me.

My interest in Twitter is what pushed me to volunteer for six years with the VSTE Conference committee, managing their social media space during the conference and throughout the year. I connected with companies. I connected with authors. I learned from people who were different than me, whose life experiences challenged the status quo I always knew.

I joined blogging groups and bravely shared my writing with a global audience. I read more. I wrote more. I became more.

I created friendships that transcended the virtual realm, traveling around the world to visit my newfound connections and continue the conversations. I created a personal learning network (PLN) and even tagged my posts with the hashtag #lovemyPLN because the interactions brought me such joy.

I found my publisher, Dave Burgess, through Twitter and celebrated the joys of becoming an author as A Passion for Kindness was shared worldwide.

It was an absolutely magical time to be a connected educator!

Then, the culture of Twitter shifted. Even though I gained more followers, I found it challenging to maintain social media boundaries, curating a feed of positivity and encouragement. It became difficult to share authentic thoughts as the backlash of cancel culture took reign. Then, when Elon Musk purchased Twitter as a power play in 2023, I, like many educators, watched the platform self-destruct, dismantled piece-by-piece by someone who cared more about clout than community.

What began as a safe space to connect with others to learn and grow became an environment of toxicity, divisiveness, and disrespect. The blue bird of Twitter disappeared, replaced by a single letter.

X.

For the past two years, I have hovered on the branch of observation, retreating more and more to my inner sanctity of family, friends, and local connections. I’ve watched the systematic dismantling of a place I called home with the horror-stricken shock of a witness watching a car wreck wondering, “Should I stay or should I go?”

I stopped posting months ago. Did anyone notice?

Probably not.

Many of my connections had already done the same.

Then, a speck of brightness. First a shimmer, then a spotlight.

New platforms. New people. New purpose.

It was time to take flight to bluer skies.

This weekend I found my landing spot in Bluesky, an app I joined in 2023 when it was first in beta and invite-only. Now, due to recent events, thousands are flocking to Bluesky, which has opened its gates to all. I am reconnecting with my favorite educators and authors and it feels like the old days of Twitter again, but with a renewed sense of gratitude, appreciation, and joy.

The bird has been replaced with a butterfly – let the reconnecting begin!

If you were on Twitter, but flew the coop, too, let’s connect! Here’s my direct link to make it easier: https://bsky.app/profile/tamaraletter.bsky.social. If we are connected on Facebook or Instagram, not to worry, I will still post there and continue celebrating your milestone moments as well.

I’m looking forward to a fresh start with more writing and sharing to come!


reflection

Seasons of Change

Oh, my friends, it’s that time once again!

Back. To. School.

Even though I have been back on contract since mid-July, it still feels like summer break at my house. The beach towels hang from the stairwell banister, a reminder of waterpark fun and trips to the lake and pool. There’s a trail of flip flops and tennis shoes from the front door to the back and hummingbirds still swirl around the feeder on my deck. Even the cans of sunscreen are lined up on my counter, a reminder that hot, scorching days still remain.

But this past week, everything changed.

My middle child packed up all his things – including a massive 3D printer – and together with two cars in tow, we got him moved back into college to start his junior year. My youngest finally unpacked his backpack from vacation (in June!) and refilled it with binders, pencils, and paper for his sophomore year of high school. We traded afternoon ice cream walks for after-school practices and now my calendar is bursting at the seams with school, sports, and social activities once again.

Change.

For some, that word evokes a sense of renewed anticipation; for others, a sense of dread and panic. Change, even when expected, is often a bumpy road at best. When unexpected, it’s nearly paralyzing.

And yet, change is ever-present. We all go through change repeatedly and somehow make it through each time.

At work, change hit hard as I was forced to dismantle the grant-funded Innovation Lab we created six years ago so the room could be a shared space between me and our gifted and talented (GT) teacher. Ironically, when she and I started creating a professional learning session together last winter about our grant writing experiences, we could have never anticipated that months later we would have to consolidate all the items from 60+ funded grants into one space in less than a week. We got it done with the help of our new principal and several others, but WOW. That was a huge change for us both. Thankfully, we get along great, so now that we have come through on the other side, I’m excited to see how the year will unfold in our shared space.

Change stopped me in my tracks this month as we passed the two year mark of Efe’s passing (August 13). All the feelings that I shared in my post, A Season of All Things, came back full-force as I remembered the moments and memories we shared with this sweet boy. Even though our lives are moving forward with change, as are the lives of his mom and siblings, his life is forever frozen at age 18.

Last night, as I attended my son’s time trials for cross country, I realized it was the first time I’ve been back to the AHS track since the memorial candlelight service that was held in Efe’s memory back in 2022. As I watched Caleb running laps with his new team, it was like an overlay of past and present, remembering how we would cheer for our son, Daniel, and Efe in the same space.

Change can be very, very hard.

Now, as summer starts to slip away with the winds of change blowing briskly across the doorstep, I’m taking a moment to reflect. What lessons have I learned this past summer? What key things would I like to keep for this next season in my life? How can I find ways to restore through it all?

Below are three sentiments of summer that I want to continue in the weeks and months ahead. Perhaps they will inspire you as well!

Explore and Share

In June, my family of six took an incredible world-wide vacation visiting 7 countries over the course of 15 days which included a Mediterranean Disney Cruise. It was the trip of a lifetime!

Our family of six selfie on the Mediterranean Disney Cruise

This was my first time flying “over the pond” (Atlantic Ocean) and navigating countries with languages I didn’t speak. To say we learned something new every day is an understatement – it was nonstop learning everywhere we went! From using Duolingo to engage in basic conversations (cornetto is my new favorite word!) to navigating the complexities of public transportation, we immersed ourselves in local cultures and opened ourselves to embrace the unexpected.

Visiting the Colosseum in Rome, Italy

When we returned, I wanted to share my experiences in a new way. Throughout the month of July, I made daily Facebook posts that captured my travel reflections. I chose Facebook because that social media platform allows you to include up to 80 photos in each post with more than 63,000 character count for captions. It’s a great way to share stories through photos! I’m not sure if it would qualify as “micro-blogging,” but it was a creative shift from sharing stories on my website.

An example of one of my Facebook posts detailing our European adventures

By the end of July, my family and friends were encouraging my husband and I to quit our regular jobs (engineer and educator) to become a travel agent and vacation blogger, respectively. I have to admit, as much as I love serving in the public school sector, the idea of being a travel blogger is pretty exciting! All 28 posts are hyperlinked on this page – all you need is a Facebook account to see the photos and stories of our grand adventures – no need to follow me, as all posts are public!

In this next season, I’m excited to explore and share through Facebook posts, Instagram stories, and my new favorite social media platform, Threads.

Capture Meaningful Moments

If you’ve been following me for any substantial amount of time, you know that I thrive in capturing meaningful moments. While many people take photos and videos of yearly celebrations – birthdays, holidays, family events – I take it a step further. I capture the big moments AND the small moments, too. If something happens that brings a smile to my face, chances are I’m five seconds away from whipping out my phone to take a photo.

What do I take photos of? So many things! A beautiful flower whose petals have blossomed in direct sunlight. A #HiMom heart that unexpectedly appears in the sidewalk in front of me. A gift basket I’ve put together to surprise someone with kindness. I capture thousands of pictures of my kids (my favorite!) and will be the first to say, “We need a group selfie!” when surrounded by friends. I will take a photo of that incredible cajun chicken pasta dish you made for dinner then drive over to Grandpa Letter’s house to take a photo of him standing with the latest 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle he’s completed.

Grandpa Letter with his 1,000 piece puzzle of the ceiling in the Sistine Chapel – his most difficult puzzle yet!

My children joke that when I die, they won’t even need to create a slideshow of my life, they will simply pull up my Facebook page and tell people to scroll through. (Which might the best plan of action because right now I’m struggling with photo storage space on my phone, trying to get everything backed up from Google Photos to my photo hard drive!)

People may encourage you to “Put the phone down! Live in the moment!” I’m here to remind you that for some, like me, being able to capture a photo IS living in the moment AND preserving the moment for years to come.

Remember Your Key Mottos

After Covid flipped our lives upside down in 2020, I’ve implemented three key mottos for my life moving forward:

  • Boundaries are a good thing.
    • Use them to preserve your time and space.
  • Say “No” to say “Yes.”
    • We are in control of how we spend our time. Saying “No” to some things creates space to say “Yes” to the things that truly bring joy to our souls. Don’t get trapped in the spiral of forced commitment to things you don’t enjoy.
  • Show up and love others.
    • I truly believe these are the only two things I need to do for my life to be complete and fulfill my purpose. I have absolutely no desire to overcomplicate things of a human nature and I refuse to be pulled down a rabbit hole of political or religious rhetoric. You need a friend? I’m there. Want to grab a bite to eat? Let’s go. Simply need a hug? My arms are ready for an embrace. If you are kind to me, I will be kind to you. I will show up and I will love you with all my heart and soul.

Our lives are inundated with seasons of change. What keeps us pushing through is dependent upon our mindset and those practices we put into place as a foundation.

I’m excited to see what the next season brings! How about you?


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