Easy. It’s one of the worst insults that a teacher can endure. It’s a goal that stays consistent for me […]
A Sleepover Script: Nine Girls, Ninety Years of Wisdom and Wit
Casey: Mrs. Santangelo, do you have a couple of extra blankets? Thx. I get cold. Stewie [Addie’s 7-year-old brother]: I’m […]
Five-Minute Friday: Quiet
I have a complicated relationship with quiet. My demands on quiet are probably not fair. Here are some of my […]
Belated Five-Minute Friday: First
She had me at “Willoughby.” The sounds in the name curved and billowed, as though her voice were the undulating […]
Five-Minute Friday: Time [Warning: Shamelessly obvious boat metaphor at work. Since I couldn’t edit, I figured I’d commit.]
Take this sinking boat and point it home We’ve still got time Raise your hopeful voice, you have a […]
Five-Minute Friday: Reflect
“Her name was Connie. She was fifteen and she had a quick, nervous giggling habit of craning her neck to […]
Five-Minute Friday: Season
’Tis the season to be jolly…or a rude bitch. I pride myself on my intense passion for shopping in all […]
