Dear Miss M, Tomorrow you are 8. Eight! In eight more years, I’ll be teaching you to drive (every time I get on I-85 I think about that, and my stomach is in knots). Eight years ago today, I was begging doctors to take you out of me…so done with being a body host for… Continue reading with all of me.
Y’all. I have to monitor a hallway for the next 4 mornings for a standardized test. Not complaining – I’m basically being paid to sit…make kids be quiet, give teachers bathroom breaks, watch classes when they finish so teachers can return tests and get some chocolate. This is the best job for someone who likes… Continue reading meditation in a pill.