I get sick every September. It’s happened each year now for six years, so by my estimation it’s officially an annual tradition, much like having my teeth scaled; I know it’s coming and dread until it’s over. Common sense informs me that the teenagers I teach are the source of my illness; I interrupt my…
Category: Simply Not Cool
Keeping My Hands on the Wheel
I am a rule follower. My phone is shut off even before the movie previews begin. All my text messages are properly punctuated. Leroy’s used cat litter is double-bagged, as per the city’s request. I sometimes worry about accidentally washing a sweater in warm water with my other clothes when the label very clearly states…
Blue Speckled Pup 