Or perhaps breakfast, local standard time. After two excruciating years, almost to the day, the 48 remaining hostages are set to be coming home. We are waiting, and praying, with … Continue reading Hope: it’s what’s for dinner?
Or perhaps breakfast, local standard time. After two excruciating years, almost to the day, the 48 remaining hostages are set to be coming home. We are waiting, and praying, with … Continue reading Hope: it’s what’s for dinner?
Once upon a time, long ago, my mother and I bought a few sweaters at Walmart. Nothing fancy (obviously), just some stretchy cable knits. We each got a black one … Continue reading The sweater.
I used to fantasize that I was adopted. I think every kid has that wish on occasion when they’re punished or frustrated by the rules or whatnot. But for me, … Continue reading Monsters.
I have developed a funny habit of picking up broken things. It started with myself. Perhaps I try to do for others what no one else did for me. I … Continue reading A eulogy for Astro.
My apologies for the radio silence; it’s been a busy time both logistically and emotionally, and I’ve been so drained from it all that it’s been hard to both find … Continue reading Normal.
I am a load-bearing wall; You are a loaded gun. I hold steadfast through it all; You only ever hit and run. The exterior is crumbling, The floors are buckling, … Continue reading Load-Bearing Wall.
I’m having a, “I CAN’T KEEP CALM, I’M A TEACHER AND SEPTEMBER STARTS TOMORROW!” sort of moment. It’s been a hell of a week, this week of constant meetings and … Continue reading Staying present.
As a teacher, you hope to make an impact on students. With any luck at all, that’s achieved in a positive way. The thing no one prepares you for in … Continue reading Class dismissed.
It may seem odd to start off the new year with a blog post about an end, when everyone is focusing more on beginnings, but it’s taken me this long … Continue reading Part of every journey is the end.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. The above lyric and the title of this post come from a song of the same title, popular back in the … Continue reading Closing time.