He peered around her shoulder, mouth pouting, then rounding into a perfect O as he began to sob. I turned and rushed out, pausing a block away to quiet my pounding heart. They always cry at first. He’ll be fine. Child-free Target held none of its usual joy. Worry clouded every thought. If this third…
Category Archives: fears
Helpless
My nephew is in the hospital again. I can’t cure him of this terrible disease because I have no gift for medicine. I can’t send him presents because they are already overwhelmed with toys and books and packages from all his adoring fans. I can’t sit quietly with him or take him to the play…
Who am I not to be?
I walked nervously down the “big kids’” hallway, wearing my plaid skirt and navy sweater, clutching my math book, a pencil, and a folder to my chest. It was my first day in the “advanced math class” with the seventh grade teacher, Mr. Biegun. I was only in fourth grade, but he was taking a…
My own Mr. Brave
> I don’t know if you’ve ever read those Mr. Men and Little Miss books, but I loved them when I was little, and then I re-loved them when I started teaching with my friend R who used them as a creative writing inspiration for her fourth graders (a project I happily stole to use…
