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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

Re-reads: Good in Bed

Re-reads: Good in Bed

My first Jennifer Weiner book was In Her Shoes. The last time I saw it, many years ago, it was held together with a thick rubber band I had stolen from a stalk of kale in my refrigerator. The book was tattered; coffee stained and dog eared, its appearance confessed exactly how many times it … Continue reading

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

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