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September, again.

Here we are, again. September seems to be exactly the same as all teaching Septembers are: Crazy busy, dazzling weather, lively students, the edge of a nervous breakdown.   So, remember when my dear pup, Sam, was ill? And I wasted her last few months mourning her in advance? Because I am the way I … Continue reading

Found and Lost

Found and Lost

There is a $5 Maclaren stroller sitting in my barn. Early in yard sale season my partner and I were out. We drove through a subdivision not far from home and saw signs of life. “There,” I pointed toward a split level ranch with a minivan parked diagonally across the entrance. He turned, we parked … Continue reading