Cherished students who trust me with secrets, and dreams, who believe in English class and writing , and pictures pasted  in on-screen layouts.  Sweet girls who dote over my sons, and try to make them laugh and smile.

Co-ops that appreciate members, and who fill their aisles with goodness – bulk bins, to scoop from – eucalyptus smelling sweet and sharp, coffee robust and strong.  Bell jars packed in plastic, brought home in anticipation of late summer bounty.

Baby boys scrubbed clean by daddy, dressed in footed pajamas – little boys who curl in close to mama – nestle delicious, soap-scented heads into the curve of my neck that fits them perfectly.  Long-lashed, heavy eyes blink shut while I carry them to bed.


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