Monthly Archives: November 2015


I love teaching. I honestly do. I can be having the worst day, and a kid will say something to break it and let some warmth in. I enjoy seeing how their minds work and grow and expand. I like … Continue reading

Posted in critical thought, criticism, education, personal, Teachers, teaching | Tagged , | 1 Comment

How long could I look at your face?

Sometimes, I know. I’ll love your face for a day and a night Engrave it in my memory And move on. Sometimes, I know. I’ll stare in fascination at your eyelashes and lips For one entire moment, drinking them them in And saving … Continue reading

Posted in beauty, desire | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment


Why is your hair so big Why is your butt so big Why aren’t your clothes matching Why are you wearing that? Why do you look so different from me? I remember each sting. I remember each harmless joke. They are … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , | Leave a comment