Dear Meg
Dear Meg, How are we doing? It is about 10.20 on a Thursday evening. You've just come home after a double whammy at Nisseki, plus your regular classes. Things went well, as they usually do on Thursdays. No big dramas happened, and Cody made a delicious chocolate cake with cum frosting. I kid, it's called ermine frosting but apparently it looked like cum before he blended in the butter. I'm writing to put these thoughts down on paper. Writing things down substantiates thoughts, gives them weight and volume and form. You read recently that instead of being afraid of things going wrong, we should be excited for the possibility that things could go right. I mean, yes it does sound like the inspirational drabble that makes up Tumblr, but today you felt the truth of it ring in your bones. This is what went down. You were in the gym on the third floor helping your students review for their speaking test next week. You had a fleeting thought that this would be the last time th...