D and I often experiment in the chemistry lab together. I have a student teacher right now, so I have the luxury of pulling out my most egregious troublemakers (like D) to give them my full attention. The chemistry lab is usually unoccupied, and right across the hall from my classroom, so that’s where exiles retreat to. […]
Read More Scenes from the Chemistry LabLast Sunday evening, instead of walking in to the dark, silent sanctuary of my church, I pulled open the door and saw seven guys dressed like Big Bird, moaning. Oh: we were hosting some Buddhist monks. I tiptoed to my favorite pew, next to the St. John window, and sat down. I guess they reminded me of […]
Read More Visit of the Muppet MonksBecause I recently watched the terrible film “Sylvia,” I took more notice of the death of Plath’s son. I have maintained a dismissive distaste for Plath since college. A privileged, connected, lovely, talented poet, who had a dizzying romance with another successful poet and two sweet children. How sad for her. I did sit through the movie, since I love […]
Read More Ghosts1. Stared across Missouri and radiated disbelief. 2. I hand my brother a book, and he reads the whole thing in two hours straight. 3. I chatter pathetically as I approach the scary roller coaster, and later attempt to photograph some ducks who had been making love in the bushes. 4. With both of us […]
Read More Vacation in 10 Sentences.
