“Is it life?” – A Poem from My Student in Prison
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One of my favorite students was a young man in my 6th grade writing class
four years ago who we’ll call Cardell. Cardell was remarkable to me
because desp...
Digital Dexterity 2
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The Deep sea be-bop backbeat, Triple-paradiddle and back for breakfast
kind 'a diver.
Save the whales.
This is a triple-paradiddle
digital dext...
La vida NICU
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Before having a 3-pound baby, I'd never given a single dang thought to the
NICU. Now not only do I think about it, but I imagine coming into large
sums of...
Mish-Mashed-Hodge-Podge
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Well friends, less than one week to go before I leave East Timor, and I
have officially failed as a blogger. What follows is a vain attempt at
trying to ca...
Contrast
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A week ago today I ended my drive across country and arrived at my
now-permanent new home in Arlington. The time since has been defined by a
constant contr...
fun with drills, part I
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on a good day, my and jacky's apartment is simply 'cozy'. on a bad day, it
feels like joe and francis (our cats) are under your every step and our
combined...
2 comments:
Oh, if it weren't so sad, it would be sweet.
I know. It's adorable and heartbreaking at once.
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