training day

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 […]

January 30, 2026

“General strike” is damn hard to pull off. I skipped the first call. I forgot about the walkout. So I decided to go for it January 30. Most of my students would be on a field trip, and I am completely caught up at work, so the only real cost to me was the day […]

offering

“Let’s see it,” I said the day after my student got his first tattoo. It was a nice grisly tattoo, suggesting to the viewer that death was not to be feared, though when I looked at it, lo, I felt fearful. “It hurt right here,” he said. “This part didn’t hurt. Look how it’s shaded.” […]

The Heat

My brother was explaining about the dryer: “Don’t use high heat. Don’t do that to your clothes.” I was in his basement, and I was realizing that someday he would likely say something similiar to me that I wouldn’t understand at all: “You have to blorp when you bleep blop, Liz. Otherwise the bloo won’t […]