The Legacy of Lindsay Ann Burke

Lindsay Anne Burke is gone.  Seven years ago today, she was murdered by someone who “loved” her.  This happened two miles from my house–the story broke as I was eating dinner.  I thought to myself, “Oh my god, that poor family.” Then I realized it...

How to survive on flax seeds

As I sit here with my third cup of coffee in all its cream and sugar glory, I feel guilty. I’m usually healthy—in fact, my goal is to get rid of all processed foods and reduce myself to the lowest common denominator—the freezer foods which I’ve put up myself and...

I’m About to Fail Kindergarten

  I just got the folder back.  It’s been a week, and you’d think I would know how to dress a kid and send him to school, considering I teach and I have 240 kids on my own high school roster. But I’m failing. Kindergarten at that. The first day, I sent the wrong...

Are There Piñatas at Political Parties?

I sent a note to my friend, the Republican, on Sunday night. “I was at a party. I’ll hit you up later.”  That took me off guard.  Republicans at a party?  Maybe they had to sweep up after the convention, or get together to make fun of that old, white lady with the...

My Morning Run

  I will miss this when I leave—the ocean, the sand bar, the boats knocking around in the current, the half-torn tufts of beach grass, roots exposed, barnacles hanging on for dear life. Standing at the place where the sun first kisses the East, my shadow...