Teachers learn to live with an unmerciful fatigue. They care for other’s children all day long, so deeply, they come home depleted and must somehow stomach it when they catch themselves ignoring their own. As soon as my father got home from school he’d pour himself an extra-tall screwdriver with just enough orange juice to color it, he promised us he’d only have one, then retire …
Listen
I didn’t mean to offend when you were trying to talk to me, I just didn’t feel the need to be as urgent as you about what you were saying, and I had a few other things on my mind at the time, to be honest, like how I was going to carve out some silence, and if maybe I got some disposable …
Tonight
I saw a picture online of a friend of mine I haven’t spoken to in over a year, and the old romantic feelings came flooding back. There was this sort of helpless desire to let go into her photo, the way I used to jump into some rapids, lean back, put my feet up, and enjoy the ride of feeling like I deserved to be loved. It makes …