The next, best thing

There will be a time when the thing grazes the tips of your fingers and you sense the displacement of the air between you and the thing. Do not mistake this displacement as your own. No. Your feet, shoulder’s width apart, are planted as they should be The thing was not yours. Not that one.Continue reading “The next, best thing”

Because April is the cruelest month

Teachers know. April is the cruellest month Houston doesn’t really have much of a spring. Can you even call it spring when there wasn’t really a winter? No. April is early summer. Temperatures in the upper 70s, low 80s. Longer days. Sun. Thunderstorms. The weather itself mocks both teacher and student. It feels like summer.Continue reading “Because April is the cruelest month”

How to make the world suck less

It smells like pee in here.  Pee and hopelessness. I sat clutching my call number, scanning the room for the source of the sour smell. I turned to my husband, nose wrinkled in disgust. “Do you smell that?” “What?” “It smells like pee.” “Oh, is that what that is? Maybe some kid couldn’t wait toContinue reading “How to make the world suck less”