Each time it comes, I run, filled with curiosity and glee, pick up the strangely light box; hopes not quite shattered. It is a box.
Yesterday, you picked up The Girlfriend of a Sex God I saw it unfold, smirked to myself, it hadn’t unfolded yet this year and took
Behind me, they await and I strain my neck trying to fit into the frame I shift back standing at an awkward angle, mouth a
What we need is not another training, professional development, after school support, not another empty thank you in an email. What we need is not
Day 2: we laugh out loud, and reminisce about those days, those days…the ones that were just months ago, yet feel like decades ago. Those
I see you, fully design specific obstacles for you knowing fully, the path is never straight.