Asking for Help – Please Share and Help Me Find My Sister

Davina Lyons:

I searched for my father for many years. A few years ago, on my birthday, I found someone with the same last name that I felt could be related to me on Facebook. I posted a private message to someone who turned out to be my first cousin. This led me to some amazing people whom are all my family on the eastcoast. My father died many years ago, but I have some wonderful people in my life because of him. I am hopeful that this young man will reunite with his sister one day soon!

Originally posted on HarsH ReaLiTy:


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I have tried before to locate my sister. I have failed. Part of me wants to never try again. A lot of me hates that part of me. I will try again because there is always a chance she might see this. One can hope.

My name is Jason Chandler Cushman and I was born in Pusan, South Korea in 1981. I have a sister who is a few years older me. I believe she is probably 37 now and her name was Ahn Jung Hee, my birth mother’s name is Kim Ie Soo. Our mother left us on a street when we were young. I was 2 years old and my sister was 5 I believe. We were taken to an orphanage and my mother later returned for only my sister. That was the last time I saw her. I found this…

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Peaceful and productive…

I returned to my beloved coffeehouse again this evening.  I was just here last night until closing at 11pm.  I honestly could have stayed much longer.  Tonight, I am sitting at my same table.  No music, just the chatter of those sitting around me studying and working on various projects.

I feel good.  Although I keep yawning, I know that there is much to accomplish; so it doesn’t matter.  I will be grateful tomorrow for what I accomplish tonight.  As long as I know this, I am comforted to press forward.

I love coffeehouses, and college campuses!  So, I live in a college town where I see adult students everywhere.  They are in the grocery store and all about this ASU (Arizona State University) Tempe neighborhood .  I am somehow rejuevenated by the presence of those who embrace learning and strive to grow.  That’s all I can infer from how I am feeling at the moment.

Today was a much better day because of the work I did at this coffeehouse last evening.  Also, my sleep was so sound that I had to come back to see if I had discovered something life changing.  Tonight, no soft music on the patio, but it is still a peaceful and productive place for me.

Just do it!

I have not posted in my blog for quite some time.  I realize that it’s a pattern that I go through ever so often.  I will post for a while then just stop!  Well, it occurred to me this evening that I have tried to achieve perfection with this thing.  As a result, I became paralyzed at the notion of what to post and when to post it.  I just decided tonight that time moves along whether I am posting on my blog or not.  Life is ever changing and many moments are gone that I can not retrieve.  My blog is my way to express my thoughts and feelings (even if random) and not perfectly crafted.  I read the blogs of others and I clearly see those who are free to express themselves and its enriching!  So, I declare that I am going to blog freely and express my pain, passion, and purpose as often as I can.  There is someone out there who needs this.

My First Award for Blogging! Creative Blogger!


I love blogging because it gives me a sense of global community.  The thought that I am connected with people all over the world feels just right!  So, I am both delighted and humbled to be nominated for a Creative Blogger Award.  Thanks to fightalone for paying attention to what I have written – your nomination is truly appreciated!


1.  Nominate 15-20 blogs and notify the nominees.

2. Post the link of the blog that nominated you.

3. Share five random facts about yourself.

My Nominees:

My 5 Random Facts:

  1. I am an educator who loves learning.
  2. Blogging is my way of making human connections all over the world.
  3. I am fiercely loyal to those who allow me to be.
  4. My faith in God gets me from day to day.
  5. I love people, dogs, and cats (in that order).

In my 50th year – Tribute to SMS Class of 2015

I’m in my 50th year. I have found peace and solitude. This is the year I decided to transform my life from the inside out. I feel as though I arrived at the junction of ‘lessons learned’ which is the sum total of who I am. I know there is more to be revealed, but I must take a moment and recognize this happy place.

In my 50th year, I became a teacher. I found the career that I was destined to find. I’m a fourth-generation educator. My mother’s family was deeply rooted in education in the South. I carry this mantle from my ancestors.

I’ve always been enamored with learning and the notion of being educated. As a little girl growing up in Connecticut, one of my favorite places as a landmark was Yale University. My grandmother would occasionally take me to “The Green”, a park across from Yale. We would feed the birds breadcrumbs and hang out. I use to gaze over at the buildings – the ivy hugging the structure was the coolest thing ever – before I had ever heard the term “ivy league school.” Any environment where learning took place has always made me feel safe, secure, and fulfilled.

It’s no surprise that I am a reading teacher. I was equally obsessed with books and reading. I read through the entire dictionary as a child. Over the years, I have collected hundreds of books. Now that we are in the age of eBooks and Kindle is popular, my library has a different look. Nonetheless, I have plenty to read.

In my 50th year and first year as a teacher, I desired to be effective. In my opinion, the best way to do that is to establish relationships and gain the trust of my students. They obviously wanted the same. Their efforts to get to know me and willingness to let their guards down for the most part allowed us to establish bonds. I will never forget my first class of 8th grade students at Sacaton Middle School. I love them all!

My experiences with these students this year allowed me to reconnect with my inner child. I remember what my life was like at 12-15 years old. The pain of growing up in dysfunction and wanting to be understood. The pain of having to keep secrets for fear of the outcome once revealed. The notion of “one day, I will be free and can make my own decisions.” The pain of seeing and experiencing way too much too soon in life. The pain of always desiring to be loved and never quite getting the right portion of it.

As I am teaching and spending time with the kids in my classroom, I am praying for them. Their future is uncertain at this point, but I hold them dear in my hearts and want to always think and speak positive, lifegiving words over them. I wish I could follow the lives of all my students, but reality dictates otherwise. It has to be enough for me to know that I am impacting generations to come in my simple role as a teacher.

Peace and blessings to the promoting 8th grade Sacaton Middle School Class of 2015 – Ms. Lyons

In Memory of Marcus Wheeler… yet living in the hearts of many


The recording stated, “You are concerned about your children.  In order for us to effectively address concerns on campus, we are asking for you to trust our communication.  The police officers are not permitting anyone to enter campus until the lock down has been released.”

As a middle school teacher, I am well aware of what a school lock down means.  There are so many scenarios that played out in my mind at the time I listened to that voice message.  My 17 year old son is on that campus in that lockdown and I have no idea what the actual situation is at the time.  My nervous system activated and I began to pray that it is nothing as serious as it actually was.

I called my son on his cell phone (thank God for these devices that we have come to depend upon).  He answered in a soft tone, “Hi mom…I’m okay”.

The next thing he informed me is that another student had shot himself on the campus and he is dead.  I was emotionally overwrought at that point.  Yes, my son is safe, but someone elses son is not.  That was my initial thought which brought me to tears.

Since Tuesday, there have been many Facebook posts, tweets, and videos about the 18 year old who simply made a choice to end a life that seemingly was unbearable for him.  I do not pretend to know anything about that or his experiences.  I am only able to feel sadness for him and his family at this time.

Of course, I spoke with my son at length about it when I arrived home.  I reassured and comforted him as much as I could that I am always interested in knowing how he is feeling.  There is no problem so great that we can not solve it together.  I silently hugged my son for a long time.  The thought of losing him is not something I am able to process.  Yet, there are these parents somewhere out there grieving their loss.  I wish I could do something to help.

To the parents of Marcus Wheeler – I am keeping you on my prayer list for a long time.  I’m praying for your peace and may you discover the purpose God has in you.

A Lifesaving Journey with Anne Frank!

Davina Lyons:

My 7th grade students are currently writing about Anne Frank. This post that I am reblogging is amazing! I wish I could introduce it to my students. I know that this post has given me a fresh perspective and encouragement to write again.

Originally posted on beyondtheflow:

In the opening lines of The Diary of Anne Frank, Anne shared the excitement of unwrapping her diary: “Dear Kitty” …a gift for her 13th birthday. Likewise, on my 13th birthday, I had a similar rush of excitement when I unwrapped Anne’s diary, which was a gift from my mother, along with an empty journal to get me started.

Anne Frank writing in 1941. Anne Frank writing in April, 1941.

Mum was forever trying to get me interested in reading but she also encouraged and nurtured my writing. When I was around 11 years old, she’d taught me how to spell “enthusiastic” and I was as proud as punch with my new word and liberally started adding it to my compositions at school to receive that all-important red tick and VG in the margin. That same year, Mum also gave me a thesaurus. Although it took me a few years to really master it…

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