If We Were Having Coffee // None of Us Feel Any Safer

Hello dear readers! Happy Sunday and welcome. Thank you for stopping by for a bit of caffeine and catching up.

Today we’re having a late coffee. I had to be up early for a birthday brunch/Easter celebration with my family and afterwards; I was in desperate need of a nap. The kind of nap where you don’t set alarms. The kind of nap which goes on for exactly as long, and sometimes for a little bit longer, than you need. I needed an hour, but then the clouds rolled in and the rain made it two.

But I’m up now, refreshed and ready to chat! So, please, pull up and chair and fill up a cup. Let’s talk about last week.

“It can take me forever to choose the right coffee cup in the morning. And it does make a difference!”

— Joel Grey


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that this last week was a strange and frightful one. If you hadn’t heard here in Colorado, we had to close down hundreds of schools while police searched for a young woman from Florida obsessed with the Columbine High School massacre flew to Colorado and upon landing immediately bought a shotgun.

The day she landed I’d happened to have stayed home from work with a migraine and the next day, after she hadn’t been found, we all stayed home while they searched. In the late afternoon we got the news, she’d been found, and she was no longer a threat. She was dead. Somehow though, none of us feel any safer. Quite the contrary. This threat is no longer real, but the threat is bigger, closer, clearer, and more frightening than ever.

Yesterday was the 20th anniversary of the Columbine massacre. We remembered, again, we mourned, again, and we felt the fear, again. I feel for the survivors and their families and all survivors and families of all mass shootings and gun violence. I feel for us all and long for a time when the threat will finally be over, for good.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the rest of the week was pretty good. Despite the madness around me I was able to find time for myself though I didn’t do much productive with it.

I brainstormed ways to revive my old blog and worked on the question of how to separate from myself to write for it in a new way. I’m working on reviving my old newsletter too and preparing for an avalanche of unsubscribes after I do.

Part of me is procrastinating by planning, I know. I know that having a vision, a goal, or a plan is no prerequisite to starting and this week I’m going to do my best to remember that. I’m going to do my best to remember that I did not set out on this journey to write about myself alone.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the last time we spoke I was on my way out with my fiance to take some engagement photos a few towns over in the foothills. I never did get a chance to let you know how it went. I haven’t seen the photos yet, and I am terrified of hating them, but taking them was surprisingly fun!

Our photographer was young, building a portfolio and offering short sessions at deep discounts, so we went with her considering that we hadn’t even wanted engagement photos in the first place. She was incredibly encouraging and made us feel as comfortable as we could. She made us laugh and through her prodding and questioning, we even learned a couple of things about each other.

I’m glad we did it and as soon as I have the photos I’ll share one of two with you.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that we have accomplished a few other wedding related things. The invitations went out yesterday which means no matter what we are definitely having a wedding now. It’s really real now. We were going to be married no matter what but now we have to do it this way. Now it must be a grand spectacle.

This week we may choose a planner to help us now that we are so close to the big day and still have so much more to do. We booked the caterer and I may have a suit if I can gather the confidence to order. We’ve begun casing thrift stores nearby for decor items and we are starting to think about our vows.

It feels like we have no time at all and it still feels like we have all the time in the world. We’re excited and terrified. We have no idea what we are doing and we’re doing it anyway.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the coming week looks to be just as free and open as this past one was and I am determined to do something more with it this time around.

I’ve fallen behind in the personal goals I’ve set for myself and in the courses I’ve been taking on Coursera. Until now it’s been easy to just watch videos and take quizzes but now I’ve got a few essay assignment and as usual, I’m procrastinating because I’m scared. I’m afraid I don’t really know what I think I know and that I haven’t really learned anything at all. I’m afraid to mess it up and to not get a good grade, but a bad grade and a chance to try again is better than quitting, something else to remember this week too I suppose.

I’m also struggling to get through Notes from Underground, The Double and Other Stories by Fyodor Dostoyevsky so I’m going allot extra reading time between work duties and at lunch.

I have quite a few exciting books lined up to read after if I just need to grit my teeth and focus. I just need to stick to my pages or minutes per day goals I set for myself but Dostoyevsky doesn’t make it easy. This isn’t a book of wild fantasy, beautiful setting, or compelling dialog, but it’s a book with an important idea! An idea I really want to grasp. I have to remember that too.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that my coffee mug had run dry and the time for refills is gone. It’s time for a Sunday shot of tequila with my wife to be and episode two of Game of Thrones. It’s time for me to go clear my head and get ready for Monday too.

I hope you had a good week. I hope you were far from both threat and memory of violence and that you got out to see the sun and soak up the spring. I hope your coming week will be warm in all the ways you need and that you make progress to overcome whatever is holding you back.

Until next time. 


Written for the #WeekendCoffeeShare link-up hosted by Eclectic Alli.

Photo by Izzie R on Unsplash

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107 // There Is No Longer a Threat

This is a first in all my years working for a school district. Schools were closed district-wide, and metro area-wide, for a “credible threat”. A woman came all the way from Florida with, authorities believed, the intention of doing our children, our colleagues, and our counterparts in neighboring districts too.

She’s dead now but there are a lot of unanswered questions left behind. There are always unanswered questions left and all of them the same—why?

We’ll return to work tomorrow and though the authorities and the media assure us there is no longer a threat, in my heart the threat is still very real. It has been for a very long time. I know compared to those working in the schools I’m relatively safe, but I’m not just afraid for me. I’m afraid for us all.

The 20th anniversary of the Columbine High School massacre is in just a few short days and there were rumors this woman had friends or supporters here and that they were going to help her to do…whatever it was she planned to do. We’re assured this isn’t true but what if there is something the authorities don’t know?

I hate that this is the reality of the world now. I hate that our schools are no longer safe places. I hate that killing children is a way for people to enact their revenge and to make their mark on history. I hate the fear most of all.

When will we ever get to move on?

When will the threat finally cease?


These entries are inspired by Thord D. Hedengren

101 // Not the Snow Day We Hoped For

So, we didn’t get that snow day we’d all hoped for. The storm blew in on time but just didn’t develop the way meteorologists predicted. The rain changed over to snow too late and the ground was still warm, melting much of what fell through the evening. This morning we woke to what looked like nothing more than a typical Colorado spring snow.

And as if it weren’t bad enough I had to go in, the powers that be in pay grades well above mine decided to put us on a delayed schedule. The transportation department’s worst nightmare.

To be honest, though, this particular worst nightmare wasn’t so bad. The bus was nice and toasty; the roads weren’t too bad, and many of our kids actually ended up staying home.

I took a good book along with me to read while we waited and the sun came out and melted all of yesterday’s accumulation in record time. I got to enjoy a good breakfast and a warm cup of delicious green tea with my girlfriend, and now that I think about it I kind of got paid more to do the same amount of work I always do.

And now it’s over and tomorrow is Friday and nothing can ever be wrong on a Friday.


These entries are inspired by Thord D. Hedengren

099 // Summer-Like and Suffocating

The weather was nearly summer-like today! We reached close to 80 degrees, and the air felt heavy, almost suffocating, and in our sweating exhaustion, we felt afraid for what the true summer would bring.

But, in true Colorado fashion, the weather will swing back to the other end of the spectrum by tomorrow afternoon. The forecast calls for a 30-degree temperature difference and my phone has been ringing with blizzard warnings and closing alerts. We may see somewhere between 5 and 10 inches of snow by Thursday!

I’m devastated that winter has found a way to hold tight a little longer, but at the same time, spending another day snowed in at home sounds really nice.

I love this state and I hate this state and the things I hate about it sometimes make me love it more.


These entries are inspired by Thord D. Hedengren