Most things in life wear more than one tag — that's the point.
I'd been a teacher for ten days when the towers fell — and the lesson wasn't in my lesson plan.
Dolly Parton, Gloria Steinem, and the mother-in-law who's mothered me for thirty years — proof the verb doesn't need the noun.
On packing up a classroom, praying for something I didn't know I wanted, and the summer that finally made itself worth loving.
On hyperfixation, self-diagnosis by library card, and finally stepping off the wheel.
A mission statement I wrote ten years ago after walking away from the job I thought I'd never leave — and why it's up for a rewrite now that my kid's starting her senior year.
What my dad's hatred of team sports taught me about running from family — and what marrying a sports guy taught me about running toward it.
Two years, two ages, one same quiet trick for making the unbearable disappear.
A letter to my daughter about the day she was born — and the day I learned to mother her by watching her father.
On precocity, hyperlexia, a barbell, and why — at 47 — I'm finally done being afraid to try.
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