We sat in the pews and looked forward. There were nerves fluttering in the air, though there was no need for fear. Right? Three men strode into the sanctuary and called out, “We’re looking for Jennifer!” I was told, at a Holocaust teaching training, not to ask students, what would you do? What would you […]
Read More training dayStory: my friend had a mouse infestation. She had cleaned up this mouse mess on her own several times, but the mice had returned. Her apartment management company has been a complete dick about it, blaming her, refusing to do any pest control. I gathered with a couple of do-gooders and we donned tyvec suits […]
Read More December Stories part DeuxI spend part of most work days circling the school. One of our primary treatments at the school where I teach is walking. Ideally, walking outside. Down the front steps, around the corner of the building, where the church’s sanctuary is, and under its overhang, where a fence protects extra junk that we tell the […]
Read More both sides nowWe had a breeze and one firefly as “My Fair Lady” wrapped up. We didn’t need it, but we liked it. One firefly lingered over the crowd, doubtless confused by the goliath light that poured toward Eliza and Henry Higgens, a powerful light too diffused to become a lover. I love the strange ending of […]
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