Well, the last student conference of the day went well. I gathered up my must-do pile and closed the door. I sat and thought. I turned to a line I carry in my head, a line from a poem by Bill Olsen. And twenty minutes later, I have this:
:: bloop ::
Thanks for reading. See you tomorrow at the halfway point.
Sheila Squillante, In This Dream of My Father
3 weeks ago