There are a variety of reactions students give when they see their grades on a test. They slump or cringe or smile or do a little dance. I go through most of those emotions after being around people. Maybe it’s the teacher in me, but when I come home, after being in a social setting,…
Friday. 3:00. All I had to do was change the Spanish calendar, stack the chairs so the maintenance angel could vacuum, and straighten my desk. That’s when the grade school principal came in and said, I have a dilemma. He was giving an entrance exam to a new student in his office but needed a private…
In 24 hours there was… One side of the bed still warm after my man left it –a place for me to slide my cold feet. One leg hug from a 3-year-old nephew, followed by a long and one-sided conversation, most of which I could not understand. One lanky teenage boy playing electric guitar on…
I have his name written on a 3 x 5 card, slipped into one of the pockets in my $2 photo album that serves as an economical prayer journal. I don’t know for sure, seein’s how as I can’t see into the soul of a man, but I’m pretty convinced, by all outward signs, that…
On Monday I dragged myself to school with a purse pocket full of Ricola Cough Drops. (Matt calls them “kräuter-zuckers”, with a supposedly Swedish accent.) I had nursed a sore throat all day Sunday and wondered how I would have the energy to teach on Monday afternoon. Then I got to school and had forgotten…
I may lose all credibility when I tell you this, but my son has talked me into watching a few Dr. Who episodes. It’s mostly ridiculous science fiction, which is why I scoffed for a long time, but The Doctor is quirky and appealing. Then I found out he he had secret pain, having lost…
I turned 45 yesterday. I tried on two shirts. The first went on and then came off quickly when it revealed that roll of flesh hanging over my waistline. The second shirt went on and remained in place when it promised the roll of flesh was our little secret. This is what it means to…
She’s a petite little thing, my beautiful girl, and more than anything she hopes never to be noticed by a professor. It’s funny that I’m this loud broadcaster and she’s the quiet, behind-the-scenes type. (I think God made her quiet because he knew I would need someone to absorb all these feelings and words of…
I don’t know what you did while you ate elevensies yesterday, but I reached over and grabbed the nearest book. (In my home, every room must have a clock, a box of Kleenex, and a half-read book.) In the kitchen, I am currently reading The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference,…
We sat through all those classes, and then I slept through her birth. That little bit of Demerol knocked me out, and all that practice breathing was a waste. I was quite awake for the boy’s birth, though. Then I understood why, with such hard-hitting pain, people had to give me instructions on how to…
My husband and I tell the story differently. He claims he had just ridden his bicycle home from a friend’s house. The garage door was closed, so he propped the bike against the wall of the house. The bike slipped, so he bent over to pick it up. I claim I was talking on the…
We couldn’t afford a brand new one, so we shopped all the used furniture stores and pawn shops, until we finally found a beautiful Lane, cedar-lined hope chest. That was two Christmases ago when she first opened the lid and the chest was empty. Now she’s sporting the young man’s diamond on her left finger,…
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