Murle may have put my sister in the psych unit. Murle is discussed at my aunt’s funeral, we might as well have put up a scarecrow of her in a pew. I’m in the bathtub. I feel like Marat about the bathtub. French. Although I’m eager to abandon my phone, this time, why? It is […]
Read More We Would Never Have ThoughtMy life is animals now. An orca dragging a seal to its waiting baby. Dolphins and sharks. Gills and lungs. I’m teaching ESL, level 1, and the common denominator, the thing that we can all lower down to connect on, is animals. Do animals matter? Do my students need to know what an elephant is? […]
Read More AnimalsWhen I drive to school every morning, I pass an abandoned building that has been spray painted, with an X and then one stroke of a second X, and I wonder, is that fifteen? Yesterday I chatted for a moment with an old man. I have done this a million times, and had lovely conversations […]
Read More What’s UpI’ve taken some hiata before. I wish it was “hiata.” There has been less to say. But: I made all the boxes, left and came home to my disassembled home, hauled the boxes, profusely thanked the people who helped me move the boxes. I moved into my mom’s living room. I moved into my friend’s […]
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