The deep set of a stranger’s teeth marks in my favorite foam dumbbell at the pool. The time a clinic assistant asked, “Are you an English teacher?”to which I excitedly responded, YES! thinking she sensed something about my soul, or maybe was a student on campus and recognized me from there. “How did you know?”She … Continue reading An incomplete list of random things interpreted as signs of love from the universe
OPTIONAL: Light lots of candles, and every time they don’t burn down your house smugly think, I AM THE MASTER OF FIRE. I AM THE MASTER OF MY DESTINY! Make space for both quiet and joyful noise. Breaking silence by humming or warbling with ridiculously exaggerated vibrato doesn’t fix a blessed thing — but it … Continue reading How to begin again, continued
While waiting in a coffee shop line, holding a to-go box from the nearby Italian restaurant, a family steps in behind me. Who I assume to be the grandfather taps my container and says, “Whatcha got there?”“Basil pesto ravioli. It’s delicious.”“So who’s going to finish it? Someone at home?”“Oh, it’s just me. So I’ll take … Continue reading Tinges of the unexpectedly existential
Of embarrassment: at work, in coffee shops with strangers, opening my mouth to say something mentally well-formed but a parade of confused bees streams out instead. From violent student mutiny after too many uses of “as we have discussed in class…” in their essay feedback. Getting dragged away by the crook of an enormous question … Continue reading Legitimate, if not likely, ways I might perish:
{Probably a disrespectful response to one of my favorite poems.} Before you know joy as the deepest thing inside, you must know a YMCA Zumba class as the other deepest thing. You must march the maze of hallways alone, guided only by a screechy teenage chorus of basketball shoes, until you find the right gym. … Continue reading With apologies to Naomi Shihab Nye
OPTIONAL: Always keep a huge Rice Krispy treat in your car’s second cup holder. This says, “I am alone, but living my dreams.” Marvel. Be amazed at every good thing: the illogical tininess of a baby’s ear, the satisfying snap of a bell pepper, a perfectly-timed poem discovery, the messy privilege of being alive. Don’t … Continue reading How to begin again
Suddenly losing a train of thought, mid-sentence, in front of expectant students. An ambiguous public restroom lock, toilet facing the out-of-reach door. Clapping or singing a beat after everyone else has stopped. Public banana eating. Being a panicky flyer, trying to listen with empathy while a seat mate describes her son’s death in a plane crash. … Continue reading Ordinary and not-so-ordinary vulnerabilities
