Man, am I ever glad I learned Algebra. Said no one, ever.

There’s a reason teachers spend decades honing their craft. They were cut out for meltdowns, misunderstood concepts; the patience of a teacher stretches far beyond anything I can conceivably construct in my mind. They are saints.

Mama, I’m coming home

When he was 9, he made a decision that altered the face of our reality. He pulled up a seat, his legs barely long enough to rest his little feet on the patio stone. “Mommy,” he said, “I want to talk.” And his Dad was there with him. And I knew what was coming. My…

Settling the Score, Part I (Wild Child)

“Settle down”, they say. I’ve heard this my whole life. My whole wild child, big mouthed, drama-filled life. When I was a little girl, I was loud. I sucked up all the air in the room with my big ideas, my “plays” and “productions”. And when I was pissed off, I was louder. If it…