Dear Student,I don’t draw (except for chromosome diagrams and Punnet squares…and poorly). I don’t draw words; I don’t pencil stories; and I refuse to sketch poetry. But my dream is for you to unfold in a compositional mural, so I traced a fable. Sorry if I infringe upon dear, old Walt. He copied anyway (fromContinue reading “For the Student Who Never Spoke (Or the Alternative Cinderella)”
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Yo, Ride-share Driver, No Hablo Español
Flip left and right to understand. Excuse the broken language; I stopped studying long ago, but I did my damndest not to rely on a translator. Quiero escribir una carta auténtica, a pesar de la barrera del idioma. Yo, Rideshare Driver, No Hablo Español. You remember me from the airport. From the backseat, I attackedContinue reading “Yo, Ride-share Driver, No Hablo Español”
On the Eve of an Anniversary
Three years ago my student’s father dropped dead.She’s had a lot to lift since then.You should see how strong she is. I wrote her a letter. She needs to read it. Sunday, I offered The Secret Gardento a little portal and dedicated it to her.I became a teacher because of that storyI question if I canContinue reading “On the Eve of an Anniversary”
To the Driver of a Subaru (maybe),
I’ve been getting pretty close to giving up. This writing thing is tough, and, well, I’m a dinosaur. I don’t understand the media-socials. I tried emailing important people, pleaded with writers in groups, I created a twitter account to send direct messages (but then got locked out); hell, I even dropped a note in aContinue reading “To the Driver of a Subaru (maybe),”
No Real Balance 