If I stand anywhere on the playground, I have no trouble tracing the steps that led me to that point. Blacktop, for the most part, is solid, hard, and real. But the playground I stand on these days also radiates as if all the little feet that have run over it have imparted something more […]
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Cracked
Four young girls got into a scrape on the yard. One nudged another in passing. The other took the nudge as a shove. Then came two right jabs, one left hook, a trail of tears, parent meetings, and a juicy black eye. I had just these bits and pieces – half-sketched details that hinted at […]
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At times, the hilltop itself speaks to me. Monday morning, for example, when I walked through the school’s front archway before sunrise, I spotted an epigram engraved into the stone above: “Education is bitter but the fruit is sweet.” How had I missed it? The engraving had to be as old as the building itself. Then, […]
