Author Archives: Christy Buckner

Warning: This post is a series of ramblings. Read at your own risk. And if you know my children, please don’t tell them that I rambled in public, for I know I will never hear the end of it. (I … Continue reading →

For the last few weeks, I have been thinking a lot about two things: bullies and quotes. Good quotes have such a way of giving strength to words by using so few of them to make a point, and often, … Continue reading →

Since I last wrote, I have been thinking about the other student I spoke of.  Although his story also begins on a day that is different, like Iankel’s, it is a story I will probably never know.  I can only … Continue reading →

I know this sounds contradictory to the title, but sometimes bad things happen.  Sometimes a bunch of them happen right in a row.  And sometimes, there is nothing you can do to stop them. When I woke up at camp … Continue reading →

Everything has a story. Around the age of ten, I started to notice things about people I hadn’t noticed before. Like how Michelle got to play outside way after dark and I had to be home by the time the … Continue reading →

My dad was an inventor. This profession might make you think he was a complicated man, filled with complex ideas and a stash of machines and inventions waiting patiently for the missing pieces or epiphanies that would allow them to … Continue reading →