The School Cafeteria: A Human Study

Chuck Murphree, Educator, Young Adult Novelist, Mental Health Activist/Speaker.

Thoughts and Writings on Mental Health and Mindfulness

“Everything you get from your students—the rolled eyes, the excitement, the apathy, the big smiles—is feedback on your performance.” -Unknown

I’m sitting here this morning, sipping dark roast coffee, and for some reason the high school lunchroom keeps coming into my thoughts. Perhaps, it’s because for the last several days I’ve been having school dreams. That happens to us educators every August. The cool thing is that my dreams are actually at school instead of virtual. When I woke, it made me miss my kids even more.

So, the lunchroom at high school. What a place! I’ve been to four different schools in my teaching career. I guess it’s just hard for me to stay settled. I have said over the years that if you want to study human nature, just come and stand with hundreds of teenagers in the school cafeteria. For us educators, I believe, it’s a great…

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A Peaceful Warrior

C.R.Murphree Educator, Young Adult Novelist, Mental Health Activist/Speaker.

Thoughts and Writings on Mental Health and Mindfulness

There was once a woman, a peaceful warrior, who each morning before sunrise gathered her belongings in a cloth backpack, kissed her husband goodbye, and made her way over the field to the next valley, and into the village to gather her troops. Her purpose, what she was called on each day to do, was to lead the eager, but sometimes weary people through lessons that would one day help them become warriors themselves. She shaped them into what they needed to become to not only serve others, but survive this life. This warrior stood in front of them and brought her knowledge to those she led. She gave every ounce of her soul and they absorbed it because even though they did not quite realize it at the time, what she offered to them they would carry on in their memories for a lifetime. The woman taught, assessed, and…

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Panic Is One Son Of A Bitch!

C.R. Murphree, Educator, Young Adult Novelist, Mental Health Activist and Speaker.

Thoughts and Writings on Mental Health and Mindfulness

Here’s a short blog on anxiety and panic.

Fuck anxiety and fuck panic!

I could have ended it right there and those of you with anxiety would probably just nod your head and say, “Yep, fuck it!”

I will keep this short. Any of you that know me or have read my blogs know that I am an open book when it comes to my depression and anxiety. For those of you that don’t, I share my story because I have had good friends, strong men, die by their own hands because of their illness. I tell my story to teenagers because I was once like them, sitting through boring lectures simply trying to survive my days with depression, feeling like no one understood what I was going through.

Today, I write a quick story to expel the stigma that people with depression and anxiety are weak. It couldn’t be…

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Why Vote…#226

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It appears that Donald Trump is up to his same old tricks, now he wants to delay voting, why?  I believe this is just another ploy to give him time to reach his followers, to cause more havoc upon the American people.

Trump now believes that mail-in-voting is a fraud and it will most likely be rigged against him.  My fear is that Trump will rig the election in his favor, if possible.   I believe that he believes that he will be the “forever” president.   

Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, Kentucky Republican was swift to condemn the idea promising that the election would take place in November.  Thump has no power to change the election date.  The election date has not changed since 1845.  The 20th amendment also says that the four-year term of the president and vice-president ends on January 20.  I am certain that Trump see’s the edge of the cliff. Finding people are ready to push him off. 

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What I want people to remember is the mudslinging that was done in the 2016 election and how it will return in 2020. 

Trump pulled some inappropriate stunts to win the 2016 United States presidential election.  Lest we forget, Donald Trump has a long scandals rap sheet.  It appears he is untouchable. 

Women have accused his of sexual misconduct and he has been sued for defamation. His exploits were known while campaigning and he still won.  Trump won election despite the many allegations of sexual harassment and misconduct told by women.  They did not derail his presidential hopes; many of them remain live issues as Trump transitioned into the White House and during the past four years. 

He has bragged about sexually assaulting women, “Grab them by the pu%$y. You can do anything,” he said, “I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star they let you do it. You can do anything”.  Is this what America has turned into, a despicable place to raise children, among some vile dangerous people and a president that openly is nothing but a “dirty old man”.  This is not my America.  Let’s not let Trump delay our cleaning up America, we especially need to clean up the White House.

Some ask, what would happen if Trump does not win and refuses to leave the White House.  It has been suggested that Trump might not leave when his presidency ends.  If he loses the election in 2020, there will not be a peaceful transition of power.  If Trump were inclined to overstay his term, the levers of power work in favor of removal. Trump would no longer be immune from criminal prosecution, and could be arrested and charged with trespassing in the White House.


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A Teacher’s Call

This post is from my son, Chuck, I ask that my followers interested, in education, the mental health field, and concerned citizens; visit his site and give him the support he and other educators needs during this time of crisis. This is not a sympathy plea, but one of support and caring for human sacrifice. Chuck is an educator, mental health activist/speaker and publish young adult author. Thank you for your support. E.

Thoughts and Writings on Mental Health and Mindfulness

One morning I received a call from my Chief Master Sergeant. He called to tell me that three or four of our fire teams would possibly be going to Panama. We should pack our mobility bags and stand by. The year was 1989 and I was nineteen. I remember the anticipation of waiting. My adrenaline was high and there was some excitement. Like I said, I was nineteen and full of ego and false confidence. I wanted to test my training and my nerve. However, I would be lying if I didn’t say I was also scared to death. You would have to be crazy knowing that you are about to be put in harm’s way and not be at least somewhat nervous. I didn’t go on this deployment. It was over pretty quick. My bags were packed a few more times along the way and there was a similar…

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Donald Trump – Joe Biden…#224

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Donald Trump – Joe Biden

I have to vote, but I am not sure that there is any candidate that will live up to my principles. I am not certain how I feel about Joe Biden and his potential choice of a “running mate”, I do know that I do not want Donald Trump another four years.

First, being female and having a disable child, I have a problem with Trump’s verbal communication about women, his making fun of the disabled.  He has to be the most vile, evil individual and in his running of America he is no better than Hitler’s Germany.  He believes in concentration camps in China, he caged Hispanic children at the border; many have yet to get back to their parents.  What more must he do to have people see who he really is?

His largest follow bases are Christians.  Are they lost children of God, to follow an individual who actions is that of an anti-Christ, the Devil!  What is a Christian?  Billy Graham said, “A Christian is a man, woman, or child who has experienced a spiritual new birth through the regenerating work of the Holy Spirit. I believe good Christians are kind and decent people. Good Christians are compassionate.  Donald Trump does not fit into this category.

In all my research I find that a great number of Christians worship Donald Trump.  He has been called “The Great White Hope”.  That statement alone frightens me, the reference to “white” leaves out a great number of races and colors.  It is a term that would be used by the KKK. 

It is said by his followers that Trump is “Number one, He is white, He is of God”.  Humans have created images of Jesus-God as white, when in all reality he was a dark skin man, would Trump or his followers, feel as they do if they accepted the truth?  When I hear words praising Trump, I see them as KKK.  Other terms I have heard are “A modern King David”, “God’s Candidate”.  I feel that Donald Trump has created a Cult, and as it is said, his rallies are his churches and he is the “Gospel”.

The only way to stop this madness is to “Vote”!

Then there is Joe Biden, I am concerned about his choice of a running mate.  The individual must have the experience and strength to possibly be the president if something should happen to Biden.  He has committed to choosing a woman; I am Leary of this as well.  Oh, don’t get me wrong, women can run this country and do an excellent job, but will she be allowed to do so?  Look what Washington did to Obama; he had to fight every step of the way, eight years.  Now, we must wait to see if he in fact chooses a woman, and a woman of color.

The only way to stop Trumps madness is to “Vote”!

These are trying times, I am a Christian, and I have been here before, and survived.  There are a great number of wonderful Christians who do great things in life.  We should be careful not to judge anyone, but also be careful of whom we trust.  America will survive.  With the Virus turning our world upside down, we need to stay safe; and believe that America was great before Trump became president, it is great and we will become stronger.  This is my hope, my dream, my prayer.


Rubble of Yesterday…#223

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Promises of the mind set aside in

the days of youth; visions stored

in a hopeful place to become dim

memories and fade away.

A glimpse into the window of twilight

One finds the tombstones of yesterdays

promises; rubble covered with reminiscent


Embers burn within the soul, no peace;

there are fewer tomorrows, weep for the

uncertainty of the future and of dreams

left behind.

If you could turn back time would you

relive your life.  Would you accept the future

whatever it may be, would you disregard truth

and trust what your eyes see?  Yesterdays

promises are hidden dreams, find new

excitement in your life rid yourself of turmoil and strife.

Wake up your conscious your journey is not yet

over, there are new mountains to climb, forget

the rubble of yesterday, and wisely use your time.


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Brianna’s Pond…#222

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Current working draft of a new book…scene set in the Deep South, love does not have any boundaries, race or age.   Brianna Youngblood is dying and Jesse her niece has come home to care for her.

Brianna’s Pond…

Jesse Brianna Youngblood walked into the lobby of the Ayers Hotel in Birmingham, Alabama; her body went ridged, childhood fears returned as she stopped in front of the elevator doors.   The doors opened, she shut her eyes tight and walked quickly through them, she did not need to look to know that the tarnished brass rail was next to her; feeling ashamed that after more than thirty years she still associated the old elevator with a tragic time in her life.

An elderly man walked in behind her, waited for a few moments then began clearing his Throat.

“Young lady are you going to just stand there with your eyes closed or do you intend to select a floor?”  The voice dripped of southern politeness laced with attitude.

“I’m sorry sir, the tenth floor please.”   Her voice apologetic Jesse could feel his irritability, but she kept her eyes closed.

She was not going to surrender her hold on the railing, he reached out selected his floor and pushed the button for the top floor as well.  The antiquated elevator cables creaked and groaned as Jesse counted each floor that passed, then it stopped on the ninth floor; the old man grumbled under his breath as he got off, she was going to see the old woman.   Then the intimidating climb continued but Jesse was excited to be back, it had been five years since her aunt made the decision to change the building from the old hotel to apartments; of course, her Aunt Biana still occupied the entire top floor or penthouse as some tenants refers to it.

Finally, the doors opened and so did her eyes, she stepped quickly into the entrance hall where nothing had changed.  Her aunt, owner of the hotel decided five years earlier to have it renovated into apartments; but the tenth floor was like stepping back into time.   Mirrors in gilded frames, drawings of known and unknown artists lined the walls; colossal vases filled with multicolored plumes stood tall like sentries at the entrance door.  Time had left its mark on everything, the building, maybe the life beyond the door.  Jesse did not know what she was going to find on the other side, but she was home.


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What the Voices Took from Me…#221

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You left the world to early, free from a life that always

Left you filled with doubt.  You lived the lives of

Many, the voices, always hoping just to be


I now waited for that glow from heaven, I willed

You not to go, God did not agree.  Was your life

Fulfilled in such a short time, will I ever know?

You had beginnings, disappointments, new starts,

You worried about tomorrow, unable to feel

Happiness in what you accomplished today.

I suffer your being gone, sadness wretches my days,

The glow died there was no hope.  It seems like one

Long unhappy dream.

Roaming within my mind, I walk the fields of your

Life.  A time of clouded joy, then time was blown


Born in innocence, fresh, life clear, before the voices

Took over, bringing fear.  I could not help you in your

Solitude while you nursed your unconquerable fears.

As the moonlight pales, I yearn for lost years, before

The mental strife.  Before the voices took over your life.

It was after sunset that you died, a void that cannot

Be filled, you will never grow old.  I miss your smiles,

Your red tresses flowing down your back, your light will

Always shine; your radiance will never fade.

Sleep my darling in eternal rest…

Poetry – Streets of Wickedness…#220

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Harlots cry into the night, wandering through the streets, offering themselves.   They are hungry and their stomach rumbles with the deafening sounds of the city, some cry and wail, needing to eat. 

They peddle their wares and another owns their soul.  The misery they endure leaves their hearts cold. 

On this night many of the harlots feel they are cursed, others that did not survive will take their last ride, in the undertaker’s hearse.