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that these be memories

that these be memories

Friday morning I was awake at 5am on an uninhabited 985-acre island preserve where I’d spent 4 days camping with twelve of my students. At 7:30am, we were on a lobster boat with a kind lobsterman who was transporting us back to the ferry on Swans. The porpoises broke the waves by us and we motored past … Continue reading

Capture this.

Capture this.

My friend Samantha sent me a letter recently reminding me of something I once had quoted to her. We were traveling Greece and Italy together when I shared Marcel Proust: “Le véritable voyage de découverte ne consiste pas à chercher de nouveaux paysages, mais à avoir de nouveaux yeux.” [The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking … Continue reading

12 miles on a Tuesday.

12 miles on a Tuesday.

8:30 A.M. The old truck’s alternator blew, and I sat in the cab in the school parking lot and sobbed. “I’m supposed to be tutoring children right now.” I wailed to my mother. She’s in Texas, but I’m still young enough to need her voice. What is this? I thought, aggravated, later when I had … Continue reading

That’s usually the spirit

That’s usually the spirit

“Generational poverty—I see it all the time,” the art teacher said. “You’ll see it too, in the pictures.” A week into my new photography program in my middle school, I had driven over to the high school to meet with her and talk about the program. I was trying to give kids cameras, and I … Continue reading

Blog vignettes

Blog vignettes

The only blogs I personally like to read are terse and humorous, neither of which mine is. But some have mentioned they enjoy mine. So I’ve composed a few vignettes. What you wish for in the dark When I come home at night, seven pm, the world’s been dark since four thirty. Headlights off, car off, bags … Continue reading

Dream, boy, tell yourself you can.

Dream, boy, tell yourself you can.

He’s been my worst case: practically truant (if I knew what the official requirements for declaring a middle schooler truant are), frustratingly disrespectful in class, absolutely no organization, and little motivation for math and science—the two subjects I tutor him in. I did everything they say: be alternative, get to know the kid, connect to … Continue reading

Capture the World

Capture the World

Photographs are a way of sharing our world. Scrapbooks, family albums, and the endless Facebook feed of snapshots, we’re remembering moments and telling each other, see. Visualize my world. I was standing on the pavement behind the elementary school a few weeks ago as the kids played basketball and night was falling. Another teacher pointed … Continue reading

building sandcastles

building sandcastles

Night falls here around 4p.m so, in the dark, I drove along the coastal route. I slowed to a stop at the red lights of a school bus, a kid running across the road in the dark. As the bus continued on, I started up again slowly just to watch the kid scamper up the … Continue reading

moments to live for

moments to live for

Driving home tonight from training at the Next Step where tonight I finally finished a forty-hour training to become an advocate that answers hotline calls and otherwise helps relationship violence survivors, the fog and rain was all that greeted my headlights. I could count the cars I passed on one hand. Sometimes when I drive around here, with the ocean and … Continue reading