When I sat down to write this piece, the prompt said, “Tell your story.” I thought about it for a few minutes. What is my story? I am not a writer, so why am I writing this? Will anybody want to read…
Tomorrow would be my nineteenth first day of school as a public school educator. Honestly, I’m jealous of my husband who will get to enjoy another first day of school as he greets 100 eighth graders…
Tuvimos un buen final… nosotros, tu y yo, sí… Ya lo sé. No debemos hablar de eso pero… aún así no ha sido fácil olvidarte. No, no lo ha sido, aunque lo oculto, aunque lo niego… no… no estoy bien. No…