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the one where she teaches first grade


yes, we're still teaching in masks . . . My grandma taught first grade for over thirty years, most of it in Antioch, California at a very low-income school. Cringing, I can remember using her as “senior experience” in high... Continue Reading →

the one where she gets covid


Maybe a steady diet of Hot Tamales, sauvignon blanc, and massaman curry had effectively neutralised any chance of getting infected with the corona?

days 11-14: of playlists, first grade, my chin, aLone.


just me myself and all my personalities talking out loud and singing and narrating life at all times.

Days 5-10: Murder podcasts, how long is 20 minutes really, fish sperm clouds.


I did not wake up today thinking this would be the day I’d have to teach my fourth graders what sperm kinda is, alas, that was today.

thirty-great


https://open.spotify.com/episode/7vJ2A1Bbc9DurnLp7rQNWR?si=lqQuMNSETdCoZAV9e5GpRg start to finish - a wild and wonderful ride. Each year for my bday I like to answer these same set of questions to help me measure my moments. Last week had two good friends' bdays, my own with... Continue Reading →

Days 2-4: School, Soap as a Snack, Friends.


finally got to change this!!!!! Day Two https://open.spotify.com/episode/3ZXc7Ofu3ZNZY5OBJe42tX?si=514f7dac18e54d3a I went into my classroom this week to regroup and set up for a return to face-to-face learning for the first time since January 13th. It made me sad to clear away... Continue Reading →

Mold. Insides. -appiness. Fish.


literally crying of happiness to leave the hotel at midnight, come what may. You know how when little kids lose it, they go limp noodle, swing their arms around like they're boneless, and look up at the sky and just... Continue Reading →

*inside voices*


I took myself out on a date.* “We” (me and my many opinions, appetites, fictional lives, etc.) went down to the promenade where I normally go at night to run and make weird faces while my lungs try to draw... Continue Reading →

thirty7, under a neon moon


100 percent you don't have to count the last year of your life if you don't feel like getting older. The pandemic has stolen a lot from us: I'm inclined to agree that it was a wash of a year,... Continue Reading →

re: a heckin’ good time


We saw dolphins in the surf on the second night, and I sprinted into the ocean to try and make friends (if I recall correctly, I did an Ace Ventura impression. It did not work but by golly, I felt alive). I shivered on the walk back to the dining commons, made two trips to the pasta bar, and then by silent, mutual consent, the group decided running was hard and pasta was good, and sporadic dolphin chasing missions were more fun and probably counted as cardio.

swf iso: encounters of any kind


my first picture living in a foreign country. Rio. I’ve lived abroad for seven years now, and have usually made it home to California once or twice each year during that time. During my brief annual returns to my old... Continue Reading →

biscuits, jars, fishies, pandemic thoughts.


From the same virus that brought me sourdough bread and tortillas, 12 plants I didn’t need, a wardrobe whittled down to leggings, crushing anxiety, a 7lb food baby named “Carbito,” an endless supply of glass bottles I wish I could... Continue Reading →

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