Diva Teacher, Writer, Mom, Potential Princess & Possible Cat Lady who's also positively in love with Ricky Martin
I am not going to write about Covid-19, because I’m trying not to think about it. I am also not going to write about the March-school blahs, because I’m trying to avoid them. And I am certainly not going to write about “The Bachelor” and the stupid way the entire season went, complete with radio […]
Read MoreOne—almost—down, and three more to go. No, not glasses of chardonnay, people. Ahem. Grading periods. Nine-week grading periods. The first one of my twenty-eighth year of teaching will end this Friday. So I thought I should spend some time reflecting on it and my new class of seniors: The Class of 2020. The class with […]
Read MoreOnce upon a time I lived in a body so uncomfortable with maturing that it wore a skin-tight undershirt to bed for more than two years after outgrowing it. It held that body close and together. Once upon a time I lived in a body so skinny that it could be at the very top […]
Read MoreAs I pulled in to the parking lot of the synagogue this past Sunday, I noticed not one, but two, city police cars parked at either end. I was caught off guard, but only for a split second. Of course. Places for religious worship used to be safe havens. So were our schools. Theaters, too. […]
Read MoreAaah, Mr. Fowler. My seventh and eighth grade shop teacher. (I was the only student to cut her finger on a jigsaw one of those years.) Also a high school math teacher before that. (He taught my mom when she was in high school. Sssshhhh.) And if memory serves, he was also a teacher of […]
Read MoreI am the senior class advisor this year. The last time I was in charge, our tragi-comedy Othello, with an all male cast (shout out!), rocked the house—and not one, but two! nights in a row! Will I be able to outdo myself this year? Will the class of 2019 beat the class of 2015 […]
Read MoreThe memoir developed out of my MFA’s thesis manuscript written between the summers of 2012 and 2014, but the very first piece I wrote that made it into the book was done the winter of 2011, just months after the accident. After getting my degree, I let it all simmer for another two years until […]
Read MoreWhat you are about to read was originally published on Facebook on January 24, 2009, at 7:48 p.m. I had just turned 40. It is now February 2, 2019, and I am publishing this on my website at 6:07 p.m. I have just turned 50. I will revise each of the 16 to match who […]
Read MoreScars are defined as marks left on the skin or within body tissue where fibrous connective tissue develops to support and bind as a wound heals. Scars can fade, be covered up or even be surgically altered, but they can never go away. Scars remain. Scars remember. And everyone has at least one. * I […]
Read MoreDear Ricky, I am 50 years old today. Certified gold. And in honor of that, I was hoping to maybe get a personal birthday shout-out. Just like that gorgeous commercial made several years back where you sang “Happy birthday.” The one I posted from YouTube to my Facebook wall this morning. Maybe you could do […]
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Aimee Ross 