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As teachers, it’s all too easy for us to focus on the negative. Or perhaps that’s just me — after every lesson, every day, I tend to look at what I didn’t do, what I could do better, what the children still need to master. Or I go to colleagues to get advice on one thing,…
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I tell people all the time one of the most beautiful paradoxes to me is writing. And the reason why is because in order to do it one has to live in an extraordinary place of humility, in the process of making something that perhaps might be shared with the world. On the flip side,…
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I discovered this poem in my phone’s notes app while sitting in a waiting room at a doctor’s office. I revised it a bit for today’s slice. How many hours have I waited onLinesThis year2020For food, tests, to voteThat orange horror out of officeA year of practicingPatience Thinking of linesI’ve waited on beforeThe oneIn SDQ…
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Most afternoons, Gi and I walk home from school together. Underneath I-95, across the construction of a new round-about. Talking. Towards Brickell, watching the buildings rise as we get closer. Talking. Turning left and walking along the bike path under the Underline, a park beneath Miami’s metro rail. Talking. Crossing the street and rounding the…
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If a writing teacher were to come up to me right now, 8:17pm on a Tuesday night, 28th slice of 31, ask me the magic words: “How’s it going?” If it were I in the writer’s seat, pen in hand, notebook open before me, I would reply: “Not well.” “Not well?” “I can’t think of…
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Today M picked up sudoku as an early finishers after math, settling in next to me as he worked through it. It was his second time attempting the puzzle, as the first time he didn’t quite understand how it worked. Today, he was ready to try again, determined. I could see the gears grinding in…
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I had different plans for this slice (or did I? It’s 5:40pm on a Sunday and I am tired and ready to get out of the house for a walk or a run before I settle in for the evening), but then I read Elisabeth’s wonderful slice about commenting! As a first time slicer, the…
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Waking up before the city on a weekend morning, the only light coming from the glow of the TV, aerial view left on hovering over bridges cars, mountains. Outside, dark, sun still sleeps, car headlights glow as they take workers to weekend jobs, partiers home from a long night out. You tossed and turned in…
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When my husband and I got married, my brother-in-law (a florist), gifted us a beautiful fiddle leaf fig tree. Unfortunately, our third floor apartment didn’t get enough sun (despite its huge windows), and the tree’s leaves started to brown and fall off, until suddenly it was naked — just a couple of branches with some leaf…
