One I was tired the morning of September 11, 2001. The night before my husband broke his toe so we were in the emergency room of the local hospital until 3AM. We thanked the babysitter for coming so last minute and were in bed before four. I had to be at my desk teaching by…
By Iris Bodre How it Should Have Gone “So, I’ve decided I’m not going to relax my hair anymore.” “Que?!?!’ “I’m done straightening my hair. That’s it.” “But why? Oh my God. What is that going to look like? How are you going to fix your hair? You don’t know how to take care…
Dear Nora, I had a fight with my husband this morning and this day has been utter crap. No, that’s not it. Dear Nora, this prompt is a nightmare. It’s been rolling around in my head for a week. At least ten possibilities birthed and summarily dismissed—in the shower as I lathered up my special…
written by Pam Warren May 22, 2020 I’ve always taken pride in my ability to connect with my students. I know them and know how to reach them. An occasional reminder was needed for some students to sit up, please don’t roll on the floor, and yes, once and only once – we don’t lick…