Parenting in a plague
“I wonder what it will be like, going back to school after I got sick during my play,” Peaches asked aloud last night. She spoke the words with deliberate casualness, but she was looking at me the...
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Catwoman
see? scary.Driving The Three home after school on Tuesday, I looked up in the rearview mirror to watch Peaches’ face as she responded to a question I’d asked her. I saw this masked figure staring back...
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Snow and zombies
a cold day for zombiesI t may seem counterintuitive, but any delay in the start of school brought about by inclement weather almost always means an even earlier start to our day here at home. “I can’t...
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The secret to making school’s last days sweeter
dessert as artS chool’s almost out. I don’t need a calendar to tell me so, either. It’s in the apathy regarding such basic tasks as putting one’s clothes on in the morning (“I’ll get dressed later,” I...
View ArticleLeaving a legacy of milkshakes
Y esterday, a visiting priest spoke on the legacy we leave behind. It’s certainly the time of year for it. This would seem to be the season for leave-taking. Graduations aside, I feel like I am...
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Help with keeping my cool
just what it looks like P eaches wanted to know what it had been like at work. I had only filled in as an assistant in an elementary school classroom for the first afternoon of two, but the novelty of...
View ArticleSour Thursday
A week ago today, Marcel forgot his lunch. No problem. I drove to his school and let the brown bag in the office with the school secretary. She asked me to write his name and grade on a sticky note...
View ArticleWhat I learned in art class
F orty-five minutes before school was supposed to start, I was called to be a substitute for the day. “Somewhere in Albuquerque, someone needs a substitute teacher,” Scott intoned in his best...
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Peaches’ pupils
paper pencils come in all shapes and sizes T hey were sitting at attention in rows but their backs were to me. Because of this, I couldn’t quite make out the precise nature of their gathering. “You...
View ArticleTime management & tiny plates
“H ow did it get so late so soon?”— Dr. Seuss She looked up at me sadly, her face only barely composed. “I wasted all of my recess making cups and plates for people,” the girl explained. It wasn’t...
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