Happy Mother's Day Everyone!

Tomorrow I have brain surgery. We must live for today. Please, SMMUSD Mothers, get a grip and let justice take its course. Teachers have union representation. Administrators failed you, not unions.

A spiteful group ganged up on me in 1994. A process which started with seventeen letters, which I saw at Dr. Quarles office, on Saint Anthony's day,  June 13,  grew to  seventy letters on June 30. The same people I had aided, whose kids I taught computers skills, some kids whose gifted status I spotted, were there seething in rage. That was the little gift the psycho former principal, who changed last name three times in the course of the school year, who  couldn't have children, who got one of these administrative credentionals targeted at ethnic minorities, although she is Cuban by Accident, Gallego by roots, like calling a cat born in the oven  would be a cookie, who was forced into resignation by scandals over the teaching of sex education to second graders, led by four teachers.
This process ended as the California Teachers Association rep. told these people either they'd take what one impartial parent gave as a negotiation document. It was the year of O.J. Edison Language Academy wanted its own soap, on a daily basis. I was Teacher of the Year, what a joke.

After that year, I worked under extreme stress, seeking perfection at all cost. My math club teams won but didn't move on to the county competition. In 1999, I had fibromyalgia, in 2001, breast cancer, 2002, bilateral mastectomy, reconstruction, asthma, peripheral neuropathy in my left hand, hypercalcemia,  diabetes, and finally a diagnosis of NPH. Tomorrow I hope to have my surgery and have my shunt.

I may be heavy today. Looking at several photos in my iPhoto library, I realize my weight gain started when Mommy had breast cancer in 2003. Unlike me, she was very stoic; without a complaint. I have Dr. Ph.D. and Mini-Me. Two Brazilian bloggers are conducting yet another defamation campaign against me. This is sad, inhumane, and disgusting.

Unlike my Hillary Mac, unlike my candidate, I shall overcome. Justice prevails despite some horrible humans in this world. 'Tis my gift to last minute people. Print the rose and give it to Mommy.  A big hug, really tight, to recent mommy Dr. Daniela Mann, in Portugal, author of Amar-Ela.