In order to illustrate the gift you are to this earth, I’m going to take a crack at writing a children’s story. Sorry there’s no artwork. My drawing is more horrific than my poetry. *** On a hill in a flowered field I found a wishing tree. Like a firework in the sky, its branches exploded inContinue reading “For Our Favorite Pinch-Sitter,”
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To the Hardest Class I Ever Taught,
I am so happy you graduated years ago. I can’t even imagine what it would have been like teaching you through a screen after March of 2020. During a lesson about the life cycle of a chrysalis, I gave a paragraph to read and instructions to highlight where you found proof that butterflies come fromContinue reading “To the Hardest Class I Ever Taught,”
Dear [Insert State], Merry Friggin’ Christmas.
I don’t mean to cuss. It’s not becoming of a teacher. But I swore never return to [insert state]. EVER. That is until…well, you’ve read my other pieces. But here I am, decades later, unable to leave, being held against my will. What gives? [Insert state] must be mad I told everyone what Renee saidContinue reading “Dear [Insert State], Merry Friggin’ Christmas.”
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”
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 