coffee and reading

Coffee loving cat mom.Terrible at suburban niceties. Atheist Canadian. Addicted to reading.

[Parody Jeff @Parodyjeffx]

SO FUCKING CRINGE 🇮🇱🤡

An Israeli diplomat completely lost it on live TV after accusing a journalist in India of wearing a dress resembling the Palestinian flag colours.

The journalist destroyed him.

[TSN @TSN_Sports]

The World Lives Here.

Canada is all together different. Truly unique. And so is our relationship to the beautiful game. This is our opening to the 2026 World Cup. Narrated by Kiefer Sutherland. #FIFAWorldCup

[coffee and reading @lolcari]

@Smil3yAngel The Murderbot Diaries series by Martha Wells is highly entertaining sci-fi. It has been adapted to a tv series on Apple TV.

[John ⚓️ @Stoker235]

@MargTokar @ABDanielleSmith @UCPCaucus I agree that she has no mandate for any of what she has done to teachers, healthcare, separatism, parents rights, rcmp, CPP, etc
@ABDanielleSmith and the @UCPCaucus including @SearleTurton are liars and separatists that are tearing apart Canada for lining their pockets.

[Katy E 🇨🇦🇺🇦 @MargTokar]

If you agree that @ABDanielleSmith is a prolific, manipulative liar, please repost this, tag Smith and @UCPCaucus

Let her know that Albertans aren’t stupid. We are on to her.

How many reposts can we get?

[coffee and reading @lolcari]

@ngoziu I have the print versions to reread now. I started the series on tumblr.

[miracle 🌈 @proseandpucks]

discoball!buoy just dropped in from the CEILING while lady gaga blasted in the arena. that troll knows how to make an entrance #seakraken

[Cult MTL @cultmtl]

“Nearly all of our modern gun control legislation came about as a consequence of the tragedy and subsequent lobbying by the gun control advocates born at Polytechnique that night.

“We must fight like hell to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

#December6 https://t.co/tD1iwb9z13

[Usain St. Leo Bolt @usainbolt]

🙏🏿

[Ian Hunter @BlueJayHunter]

John Schneider cares not for the censors.

[Toronto Blue Jays @BlueJays]

OH MY GOD.

FINAL: Blue Jays 4, Mariners 3 https://t.co/1aDaWsDUyf

[Toronto Blue Jays @BlueJays]

KEEP FIGHTING. #WANTITALL

[bballdad4️⃣4⃣7⃣4⃣5⃣ 📺 🏀🖋⚡️⚾️ 🐦#36🇨🇦 @bballdad44745]

Since some “unknown” executive with @MLB (probably a huge @Yankees fan by his own admission) contacted Fox MLB to remove this montage… I’m doing my part to make it live in perpetuity… #wantitall

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[titsay 𓆏 @titsay]

u must be tired— rest here for a while :)

[Meidas_Charise Lee @charise_lee]

Feminine rage is so damn righteous‼️

[coffee and reading @lolcari]

@hikariix It’s gorgeous and audacious 🥰🥰🥰

[🌸🎵 Beautiful Melody 🎶💖 @Ducnghia16]

Finally! an argentine tango done with ACTUAL argentine tango music! this is a work of art
#tango

[Xyrel Alcoriza @xyrelalcoriza]

@ayafernandez_ I will never forget that line. We used that clip of him in one of our college projects. Rest in peace, Pope. 🙏🏼

[coffee and reading @lolcari]

@BaldliciasWig That hairline is a tragedy.