I. Around my neck hangs    a tiny, silver disc, dulled by the oil of my skin, and sunscreen, so small    it’s hard to recognize the

Standing in front of my students, my heart beats with the rhythm of the classroom: clock ticking in strained rotation, papers rustling through thick binder

When I met my husband, I was 31 years old and he was 24. My experience dating men his age was light and forgetful. Still,