a busted-lip morn
as i mourn this stage of life:
dry. unforgiving.
Black Tuesday
a busted-lip morn
as i mourn this stage of life:
dry. unforgiving.
working mother
COVID Birthday
ice-cold Tuesday night
(ice skating on a weeknight?)
icing on the cake
we must stay outside
we must wear masks, be cautious
we must learn to live
all out of the house?
all the teens out together?
all the miracles
the boy taught himself
the boy had never skated
my boy taught himself
Never. Ends.
today’s word: defeat
i should have stayed on pillows
and accepted it
Pink Limbs
sometimes the sunrise
is the best part of the day
(before darkness falls)
No Photo for This
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teaching online, in person
in the same classroom
Pandemic Teaching
One of my students just called me and in his very broken English told me I upset him in class today because I wasn’t on screen the whole time. He was in tears and his father yelled at him. Why wasn’t I on screen the whole time?
Because I was walking around my classroom trying to check in on the twelve kids who showed up today. Because I was trying to get two kids who have done zero work because of their utter terror of technology finally logged into our textbook.
Because I was making a tiny bit of progress with two kids, and breaking another.
Because it’s 2020 and I don’t know how to teach anymore. 💔
But I wore this mask and put up the new background fireworks to celebrate a candidate who literally has the power to change or save their lives and their families’ lives, and I smiled.
So why am I crying now?
Kamala for the Win
here we are. winning.
by a margin way too slim.
at least we win her.
Blue Morning
invading our walk
this kitty thinks she’s a dog
(Trump’s America)
but we’ll win it back
as i splash blue on two screens
for my kids to watch
Even with Masks, We Smile
they came in numbers.
almost fifty percent. yes.
2020 win.
Snowantine
no snow day for us
but i ski between meetings
beating remote games
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