Theresa B. Cyr - Author Page

Don't get me wrong, I love teaching. It's been a passion of mine since I can always remember, but like all passions, they can become draining and overwhelming. As stressful as working with students can be, my students feed my soul. I can wake up grumpy in the morning, but feel my sprits lift once I see them walking down the hallway. Of course there are days that this doesn't happen, but that's such a small amount of time that it barely even counts. Usually by the time lunch rolls around, one of my students has made me smile. I started my teaching career in Aroostook County, Maine, the St. John Valley to be specific, and we always had a 2 week break about a month after school started for the potato harvest.  This doesn't exist in Western Maine, so that means the stretch from the first day of school until Thanksgiving feels so long from what I was accustomed to. Then there's the month between Thanksgiving and winter breaks. For some reason, that stretch feels lik...

This past year was a busy one.  Between my actual job as a teacher with all that it entails, writing my mental health book, I Am Not Okay , publishing my grandson's book, The Kindness of a Friend , and finishing my latest book,  Garnet, in the process, I attended quite a few events. The events were a mixture of different formats. Each of them were unique and interesting. It allowed me to visit different places in Maine that I've never been before. And because I attended them alone, it also forced me to step outside my comfort zone driving to unfamiliar places. Thank goodness for navigation apps. As we wrap up 2025, there's so much to process. After this last event this coming weekend, I will have driven over 1,200 miles this year just to attend events. I've traveled up north to Bangor several times, east to Waterville, and south to Lewiston and Searsport. I've met some terrific and supportive vendors and event planners, and had some great conversations with the att...