A Short Story: The Miasma of my Morning

I wrote this a few years ago while my English I Honors students were writing their own original short stories.  It's not anything fancy, nor particularly brilliant, but it does highlight how much of my life revolves around spilling coffee and how hard it is to make it out the door with my sanity in … Continue reading A Short Story: The Miasma of my Morning

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A Poem (Plus Stage Directions): Why Teachers Can’t Remember Names at the Beginning of the Year

Mrs Ram: [After much reflection, Mrs. Ram realizes she’s called a student Alyssa instead of Allie the entire class period. Allie never once corrected Mrs. Ram. Mrs. Ram pulls Allie aside after class ends.] Hey Allie, Mrs. Ram apologizes profoundly for messing up your first name so soundly. Please realize my dear, at the beginning … Continue reading A Poem (Plus Stage Directions): Why Teachers Can’t Remember Names at the Beginning of the Year

Is That My Invisible Illness, Am I Dying, or Is It Something Less Drastic Than Death but Still Needs To Be Treated?

It’s three days before the new school year starts, and I have E. coli. For real. The bad E. coli--where antibiotics are necessary. Want to know what floors me? I was oblivious to the severity of the matter until Wednesday evening when my doctor’s office called and informed me. You’re probably thinking to yourself, Mrs. … Continue reading Is That My Invisible Illness, Am I Dying, or Is It Something Less Drastic Than Death but Still Needs To Be Treated?