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The First Day of SchoolThe First Day of School

I’ve been at this for decades now. My life ruled by school districts’ decision when to end school and when to start school. I know not a life without it, without feeling that inevitable anticipation and dread of the first

Familiar SmellsFamiliar Smells

Dusty exhaust fumes greet me when I enter the first locked door. Musty and humid air flatten my hair by the time I grab my keys. Stale urine odor lingers in Classroom 2, like always. My classroom smells stuffy and

Starving for PerfectionStarving for Perfection

I watched Karen Carpenter: Starving for Perfection last night on Prime, because, well, I’ve loved Karen Carpenter since I heard her on the radio when I was four years old. My parents always had the radio on in the car;

Celebrating BronzeCelebrating Bronze

I watch the Olympics: ice dancing and pairs figure skating in the winter, gymnastics in the summer. While I know all Olympic contenders’ athletic skills are phenomenal, like Superman or Wonder Woman, I don’t get it. What does one do

It’s Too EarlyIt’s Too Early

Pumpkin and cinnamon scents fill store aisles of orange leaves and turkeys, marking the beginning of my favorite shopping season. Halloween cats, witches, and ghosts announce the next upcoming holiday, with Christmas décor soon taking over every available store shelf,

A BotherA Bother

Ever since I can remember, I’ve been painfully aware of people’s listening skills, how most of the time they aren’t listening to a word I say. So I just stopped talking. As a child, I knew when my mom was

A Writer’s SuccessA Writer’s Success

What does it mean to be a successful writer? This I ponder while I write, and write, and write. I would love nothing more than to quit my day job, make a living from my art (says every artist everywhere).

American Writer WarriorAmerican Writer Warrior

Years ago, my son and I sat down to watch American Ninja Warrior. We thought it would be like Wipeout, a show that gave us both giggles. American Ninja Warrior was oddly laughable in its seriousness of parkour and adult

RainRain

One of Sylvia Plath’s rejection slips said this: After a heavy rainfall, poems titled RAIN pour in from across the nation. Inspiring poets find melancholy in the rain, beauty in the rain, the water that is the lifeforce of existence.

Bratty NostalgiaBratty Nostalgia

VHS, cassettes, Walkmans, MTV when the M stood for Music, Jell-O Pudding Pops, and of course, the Brat Pack. Born in 1977, I was of the youngest ones who lived through the Brat Pack days. And pop culture at the