Last weekend I went to buy decongestant. The good decongestant, the one they use to make meth, the one with the sly name (pseudoephedrine), can now only be purchased from the pharmacist. I walk up to the drugstore doors, and see the sign says the pharmacy closes at 6. It is 6:08. Well. Now I […]
Read More drugstoreWell, here we are again, relearning that the United States is not immune to strong man appeals. I don’t like learning this. The day after the election was a doozy for me: our class fish died, and when I went to pick up my anxiety meds, I pulled out and another car hit me. Happily, […]
Read More againThe juniors want to do “walking TAPS.” This sounds ominous, but isn’t: TAPS is total and perfect silence, our ritual for beginning class. I didn’t invent it, I took it, and the way I do it, I put on a video with some soothing image and relatively soothing music (though sometimes if it’s a bit […]
Read More AutumnWe breathed the thick air of the jungle of Omaha, the day after Grandma’s funeral. There were fuzzy gibbons, one of them with a baby hooked to her, and we looked hard at the two of them, my mother, my sisters, me, us four. We walked through the butterfly house, watching our feet to not […]
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