Replacement Filter

Replacement Filter

I tell all of the parenting stories I shouldn’t. Stories where I swear and fail and damage my child in ways we all do but all ignore, and sure as hell don’t tell the other mothers. My verbal filter is notably porous. During my first year teaching at a new school where I felt utterly … Continue reading

What do we even DO?

What do we even DO?

My friends. What are you doing today? Are you, too, at work all in black and hiding your “Wild Feminist” shirt under a big scarf so you won’t get in trouble but also are telling the truth even if it’s only to your own heart? I don’t know how to mark this occasion. The last … Continue reading

On Love and Langue

  My boyfriend and I, we don’t exactly speak the same language. And for once, I am not being hyperbolic. By profession I am a teacher of English. By birth I am a bibliophile of the first order. I am sensitive and perceptive and have tendencies to overthink that certainly allow me to suss out … Continue reading

On Radical Kindness

On Radical Kindness

As promised, here are my remarks for our 2016 National Honor Society induction ceremony.  Good evening. Before I begin, I want to thank you for asking me to speak tonight. I am honored, and so very proud of all of you. As our current Public Speaking teacher, I feel just a tiny bit of pressure … Continue reading

Radical

Radical

At school, we share our success just as freely as we share our failures. About a month ago my dear friend and colleague, Jane, popped into my room at the end of the day to tell me about her moment. And friends, it was a good one. Like my lockdown story, it was born of … Continue reading

The Lockdown Story

  Lockdown drills are an unfortunate necessity in modern America. Every school has their own protocol, and I’m finally seasoned enough to only question whether I leave the blinds up or down. I know where my “Grab and Go” bag is, and I no longer need to consult the cheat sheets and maps for directions. … Continue reading

My Shitty Husband

My Shitty Husband

I didn’t realize it was my (former?) anniversary until I saw it on Facebook. “Three years ago today . . .” it said. And there was a picture of so many of us, my people, huddled together in and around and on top of the outhouse that my then fiancé carefully crafted so that it … Continue reading

Recipe for Numbered Days

Recipe for Numbered Days

Wake early. Make coffee. Notice the sunlight warming your shoulders through the kitchen window. Choose one album whose story you can follow as you putter: cook, start laundry, find a million dirty cups. Press play. Feel your shoulders, hips, stockinged feet begin to move. Pull your snarled hair up and secure. Smile at your reflection … Continue reading

Thursday

Thursday

And if I loved you Wednesday, Well, what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday — So much is true.  And why you come complaining Is more than I can see.  I loved you Wednesday, — yes — but what Is that to me?  — ESVM Oh, friends.  You heard me say, … Continue reading

Got That Fire

Got That Fire

For myriad reasons, I needed a break. Some privacy. A solo ride.  Naturally, I decided to drive to New York to make this happen. We know I don’t do things the easy way.     While I did really need to get the fuck out of town, the most valid reason I needed to leave was … Continue reading