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About hey miss

A teacher. A prison guard. I used to think that was like oil and water. Like lightening and metal. Some days it is. Some days it's magic.

Troubled Soul

My husband’s aunt came by today. She wanted to know about some lingo, possibly prison terminology, that her daughter heard. It wasn’t prison lingo she was after, but a sentencing level. Thankfully, I wasn’t satisfied with my response and after … Continue reading

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Tiger Lilly

Let me begin by saying that I am not a cat person. At least I haven’t been a cat person since about the age of three when our Siamese, Sasha, passed away. She was a rarity, I later learned, in … Continue reading

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Putting Down the Paintbrush

“I put down my paintbrush about a year ago,” she exclaimed as we waited to place our order at the downtown tea shop. When we had settled at the table by the window, me with my green pot of Darjeeling … Continue reading

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The F-Word

He had gone along with the show one of my manics was creating until the final five minutes of class. I had had it up to here already and my eyes were snapping before he even took a seat at … Continue reading

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Good Thoughts v Bad Thoughts

I saw him the other day. And him. And him too. We had stopped in a parking lot on our way back from visiting family for the Fourth of July, a holiday, I suspect, my students had parties for, but … Continue reading

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How I Survived

I became desperate for affordable housing, living—sort of—on little more than minimum wage in an expensive college town. That is why I answered the cryptic advertisement for a roommate wanted in a house out in the woods. Except for the … Continue reading

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The Trouble With Dreams

Half my class was in the hole, so we finished our lesson even earlier than usual. A quiet fell over my room, the kind of quiet my students often complained about because they preferred distraction from the demons in their … Continue reading

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