My father died 15 years ago. I was 18. I am in contact with exceedingly few people these days who knew him. Even then, that contact is sparse (no judgment, … Continue reading Happy and haunted.
My father died 15 years ago. I was 18. I am in contact with exceedingly few people these days who knew him. Even then, that contact is sparse (no judgment, … Continue reading Happy and haunted.
Some days I feel light as a feather. Light with knowledge that there’s nothing ahead of me but to live my own life here. Some days I feel so heavy. … Continue reading Biographical parasite.
I’m a living ghost story. Or at least that’s how it feels sometimes. I’m not entirely sure how to pinpoint exactly when it happened. I used to think I knew. … Continue reading Ghost story.
I am an elementary school teacher. Every morning before I leave my house, I run through a mental checklist to make sure I have everything I need. Keys, phone, wallet, … Continue reading Crayons made of kevlar.
I had allowed myself to be lulled into a false sense of security. And I’m pissed about it. The trickiest part of all is to place my anger where it … Continue reading Poison.
[This is a continuation of my previous post, find it here if you haven’t read that one yet.] This week on Wednesday I had a Talk with my second graders, … Continue reading Bonus Talk.
It’s been an odd week. All teachers know that once spring emerges in earnest, closing in on the end of the school year, students tend to get a little off … Continue reading The Talk.
Let me tell you about words. Let me tell you about LOUD words. About how if that’s all you’ve ever had in your ears, you have a stunted ability to … Continue reading Words.
Easter used to look like bright colors, bunnies and ducks. Like baskets, eggs, and candy. Like fancy dress clothes and spring flowers. It used to smell like ham and mashed … Continue reading Peace be with you.
(Fair warning, this post is long and maybe it’s a little meandering, but it does all come together in the end. Much like my life in general, ha.) It’s early … Continue reading Passover: A Family Affair.