From April, 2016

Words of Life

Hers is the voice in my head. When I leave the house, “Put on mascara, I can’t see your eyes.” “Don’t do anything stupid.” “There will always be somebody better and somebody worse.” “You need to learn to putz in the car and bip at home.” “Uff da.” “Many are the plans in the heart…

Speaking up is costly

One of the most painful experiences of high school came at the hands of my friends. The four of us—two boys and two girls—spent the hot Phoenix summer before junior year together doing nearly grown up things: Eating lunch at The Olive Garden and driving home through the desert at night listening to Matchbox 20…

Our Aurora

Yesterday Beau and I got into a fight. I was upset about something, he told me not to be, I told him he was being mean, he told me I shouldn’t tell him how to be, then I told him he started it…we were like a dog chasing its own tail. Miscommunication, lost in translation.…

This whole rhapsody

My voice caught firmly in my throat.  When it finally made its way out, after what seemed like at least a decade, it trembled mercilessly. I sounded like a fifth grader giving her first book report. I certainly had everyone’s attention now. This was the last thing they expected to hear from me, and my…

Speak into the mic, please.

‘What is a Caucus-race?’ said Alice; not that she wanted much to know, but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that somebody ought to speak, and no one else seemed inclined to say anything…. Alice thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked so grave that she did not dare to…

Muddy Fields

Well, it happened. All of my years in the classroom made me shudder at the thought of becoming a helicopter parent, those well-meaning and well-coiffed moms circling just outside the door ready to conference about every perceived injustice, ready with an excuse why their beloved child had not turned in the assignment. I vowed never…