Ravaged

“Katrina” sounds accusatory to me now. It used to be a comforting word.  I knew this woman named Katrina enough to ask to share her table at coffee, on one of those outrageous days when people who don’t normally drink coffee are bored or cold or whatever and they invade my coffee sanctuary as stupid […]

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Last

What protects you, at the end of the school year, is that you are so tired. My first few years, I was frustrated by how dead and hollow I felt.  I wanted to feel sad to lose that group of kids, but they were like ghosts to me in the last weeks of school.  Or […]

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Lit

On Sunday, I lit a candle in each room of my house: bedroom (dresser), bathroom (shelf), and living room (windowsill).  Usually I light one at a time.  As I lit them, I thought, I am going to forget one.  I will burn my house down!  My mother always used to warn me about this. I […]

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Let Not

I like to go to church late. Deep in my heart, I guess I like to go everywhere late, or I wouldn’t be late so often.  The brilliant thing about going to church late is that no one can look at you like, What’s her problem?  Or they can, but then you know that they […]

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