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RinR: Roach Revenge, Hot Biscuits, Snapchat.


It took over a year, but I have finally made the most important decision a brasilera can ever make in her lifetime...yes...I have finally chosen a futebol team. After asking what the colors were and finding a¬†somewhat form-fitting shirt that... Continue Reading →

RinR: It can only be up from here, right?


When we last left off, I was enjoying AC and wine and Ranch dressing at a hotel bar in Phoenix after my flight to Rio had been canceled. I then jumped into my stars and stripes bikini and commanded the... Continue Reading →

TeacherDiaries: Markers, Injustice, ABCs.


I'm a pretty good teacher. My kids learn the stuff. I always have stickers in my room. And candy for my fellow teachers. I attend meetings and rarely pretend to go to the bathroom just so I can play a quick round of Trivia Crack. I answer emails. I participate in every dress-up day. But, of course, I have a few bad habits.

This Week in Things


Without hesitation - "I never rob banks. Or see dragons." #teachinglife

R2R: thankful


maybe the best part about any job are the unspoken parts. the bits that aren't explicitly written into your contract. the subtext you create. for me - I am thankful for the many times each day I am reminded what... Continue Reading →

TeacherDiaries: Mondays


I look forward to Mondays. I look forward to the challenges I will face with my students. To the words I will discover they don't know and figuring out a meaningful way to act them out and a poster I... Continue Reading →

RinR: Earning the Nickname


I'm in my thirties now. My half birthday (I celebrate things like that. I know you're not surprised.) was on Monday. I was 30, but now I'm also that and in my thirties. This week also marked another important anniversary... Continue Reading →

The (not so) Glamorous Life


I live in one of the most beautiful, sexy, energetic places in the world. However, it is a Saturday night*, and I am currently sitting in my living room, in stained yoga pants that have never once yoga-ed, in the... Continue Reading →

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