On Butt Cracks and Being a Bad Person

On Butt Cracks and Being a Bad Person

Her underwear were tucked into her nylons, the entire right side of her rear end flashing at least fifty-percent of the room. I’d never seen anything like it in real life. The only thing missing was a stream of toilet paper on the shoe. I wanted to get up and...
I Hate You. I Wish You Weren’t My Mom!

I Hate You. I Wish You Weren’t My Mom!

I hear this once a day. The first time Declan said the “h” word, he didn’t like dinner. I’m not phased. If I were a regular mother, I’d have been crushed. Devastated, even. But I’m a teacher. Kids hate me all the time. I gave too...
“Shakespeare’s Not for Me”

“Shakespeare’s Not for Me”

It’s Shakespeare’s 450th birthday. This morning, I received a challenge in my inbox. Write something for him. “But he’s dead,” I protested. “He doesn’t need a card or cake.” I can’t resurrect him by writing a blog...