Bought my first Jeep on a Friday in March. I know the precise date of that infamous Friday because I’m a teacher. On that day, I put a red bin of files and papers into my silver-new Jeep. Admin promised we’d return to the classroom. But I blinked. And opened my eyes far away. IContinue reading “Dear Jeep Family,”
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READ FIRST.
Whatever brought you here, consider fate possibility. I need help. You arrived here. I wrote so real people can experience the magic of unfolding in story. Link my words to them. Reader, you and I are connected by less than six-degrees. My words could be for you or your acquaintance. Now, the magic of unfoldingContinue reading “READ FIRST.”
Don’t Ever Tell Anybody Anything (But Here’s My Introduction)
I left home. I won’t tell where. Yet. I was born there. Parents, grandparents, too. I never left home. Not even for school. I raised family, worked hard; I had no reason to leave. Planned to die there. Until the day I heard the words, “You won’t like this.” I did not imagine leaving homeContinue reading “Don’t Ever Tell Anybody Anything (But Here’s My Introduction)”
To a Bullshit-Detector
You know bullshit. Of course, any observer could guess this from your recline in the desk, like Jimi Hendrix on a sofa at an intimate house party (your lidded gaze and smirk suggest similar indulgences). Your beauty has no effort–wild hair, untamed brows, a bit of extra hip weight. No effort to your uniform ofContinue reading “To a Bullshit-Detector”
To an F- Student
My class didn’t come easy for you. I’m not sure much of school did. When you reached for the answer to a question in class, it looked like someone reaching for tweezers dropped between the car console and driver’s seat cushion. Same look during any test. But every day after school, I’d hear your fluorescentContinue reading “To an F- Student”
To the Geo Tracker of the USA: Guess Which State This Is
I swore, at the age of twenty-five, I would never return. Ever. Even as an adult, when I overhear the name, or the two-letter abbreviation, I thrust myself into conversation and proclaim, “[Insert State] is the limp dick of the USA!” That is, until, my husband sat me down at the table and said, ”You’reContinue reading “To the Geo Tracker of the USA: Guess Which State This Is”
To the Off-Beaten-Never-Did-Fit-In
I remember the look on your face when I announced my leave of absence to the class. It still haunts me. You waited until the end, mouth stretched wide, “Are you really leaving?” I explained it was only temporary. You shuffled locks, looked away, “But…I like how you use the earth to tell stories….” youContinue reading “To the Off-Beaten-Never-Did-Fit-In”
Dear Colleague (I apologize in Advance for My Poetry),
Poems aren’t my thing, but here’s an odyssey of a dream. I’ll write a ballad. Google says it counts as poetry. You love this stuff. But I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. When I pressed send for the letter of resignation to the job I thought I’d never leave, I fell into theContinue reading “Dear Colleague (I apologize in Advance for My Poetry),”
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,”
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 