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Category Archives: 100 words or less
Optimism
Grateful
That I am what I am.
That I can go back to sleep off this cold that has deposited rattly grey crud on the tops of my lungs.
For the wonderful dreams I had last night and this morning, dreams I spent an hour just now transcribing from scribbled bedside notes.
That I know what I know, believe what I believe, do what I do.
Workshop gets the green light
Until I sign the contract I’ll keep the name of the public school under wraps, but I had a call today from the director of the after-school program telling me the workshop sounds great and that he wishes he could join the club.
I told him to come by any time.
Hello, Indonesia!
“why do you always have to ruin it?”
mission statement
a crudely drawn pen cuts itself out of the heavy paper, raises itself up, dips into a crudely drawn bottle of ink and, without a hand to guide it, magically inscribes, in the best calligraphy it can muster:
Mission Statement
to find
inspire
and support
young students
at risk of giving up
on reading
learning
and becoming part of the solution
humidity
He stepped up to address the packed, sweaty auditorium, face glistening in the merciless humidity.
“My steamed colleagues,” he said into the mic.
“Kill him!” rumbled a voice from the back, and two hundred men in neck ties, their heads ready to pop in the heat, began to nod and mumble as the speaker showed his teeth and began shifting from foot to foot.
You’ve got to be very careful what you say when the heat and humidity are unbearable.
The War On Poverty
The war on innocent civilians abroad (“collateral damage”) has always been waged much more successfully than the War on Poverty here.*
* source: my ass




