Wishing for a Root Canal Is a Sign

When I was relatively new to my career as a literacy staff developer, I counted the Dunkin Donuts that I passed as I drove over the George Washington Bridge and the Whitestone Bridge, traveling from New Jersey to Queens, where I would order a scooped-out toasted plain bagel with cream cheese and a coffee light and sweet from Utopia Bagels all before starting a day of work with teachers. I didn’t mind the commute, especially because street parking was plentiful—a New York miracle. 

Kathleen’s Rules for Life

Hidden away on the top shelf in my home office sits a picture frame. It’s an ordinary picture frame: blue, wooden molding, and an overall worn-out vintage feel (even though it’s from Target).

Lessons from Burton

When my son, Hunter, was a kindergartener, I attended the funeral of his beloved hermit crab, Burton, who lived a relatively short life in an expensive tank on a dresser next to a lego set in the shape of Darth Vader. The array of perfectly cut organic grapes went untouched in Burton’s tank for days, and my family could not recall the last time he moved.

A Nibble of History

“Maybe I have time to draft one more email,” I thought as I scanned my weekly to-do list while Hunter tapped on the door of my home office. It was almost Sunday at 3:00 pm, marking the time to stop working, but I could easily fit in one more message.

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