Through These Doors

Every day of school I walk through these doors and round the corner. As soon as I round the corner I spot another set of doors. Once I pass through these doors I catch a glimpse of this door at the end of the hallway. This is the door to my classroom. I unlock the…

A Casualty of the Move

A casualty of our impending relocation to New York came the day after our youngest daughter told her boyfriend we were moving. He decided to end their relationship . . . via text message none-the-less. In an attempt to help her feel better, I unearthed my diary from the early 80s and read some of…

Twenty-one

Twenty-one – a quantity that could refer to anything. Such as . . . Twenty-one pairs of shoes Twenty-one lemons Twenty-one weeks Twenty-one homework assignments Twenty-one miles Twenty-one cents Twenty-one pieces of junk mail Twenty-one bottles of sprite on the wall Twenty . . . one . . . of . . . something .…

Forward to Different

It’s a weird feeling walking around a building and knowing a secret. Maybe it shouldn’t be classified as a secret, but as something that can’t be shared until you are sure . . . sure that you are actually leaving your job at the end of the school year. But there must be a time,…