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  • She’s back

    Her worst nightmare had come true. Diane was due back to assume command of operations in two weeks after being out for twelve for surgery. Her employees were happier without her. People got along better, things ran smoother, life was more relaxed. There were fewer feuds among staff, fewer emergencies popped up, things were just… Read more

  • Tartle: Old Scots; to hesitate while introducing someone because you’ve completely forgotten their name

    Steve liked to joke that he “sang best ten or twelve miles away” when asked, but volunteered just the same. Read more

  • Flying Through Snow

    When there’s a foot of snow on the ground one cannot always count on a garbage bag to carry one to the bottom of a perfect and steep hill, not even with a head start. The snow was hard powder and ripe for sledding. A black trash bag had been all I had needed before… Read more

  • All Nighters

    He’s almost finished with his first semester and his feet are being used for kindling. Read more

  • Snowday

    A civilian doesn’t get it, gets mad when they hear about it, gets furious if they have kids in school, and they hear the words “Snow Day.” Yet, those are soul soothing words to a teacher. Even one who believes her class to be so important that her instructional time is the most important part… Read more

  • The Nightmare

    “I love the way you think, Cynthia.” John ordered their desserts.  Read more

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  • A Banksy-esk Inspiration

    There are too many imperfections that bleed over into ugly…

  • Classroom Fairytale

    I nodded my thanks and gave each kid a sticker of their choosing. I have ten thousand stickers, it’s the least I can do. 

  • adoxography

    Hope is what people “hang on to,” whatever that means, when they know they’ve lost but are stubborn and want to disappoint themselves.

  • Living or Waiting?

    I’m reading. Is that waiting to die or living?  

  • Former Student, Shawn…Cool Kid

    Shawn will always be one of my kids, even though he’s been a grown-assed man for at least thirty years now. I remember certain students for random reasons. Shawn was a twin, a brilliant one. Blonde, nice looking, a sweeter young man with manners you’d never meet. He was a creative writer, but he’d never…