I found myself making a solemn promise to my nursing baby: I will preserve your attentiveness. I also vowed, in front of God and a stuffed giraffe named Mr. Jeffrey, that I would help my high school students preserve whatever is left of theirs…
As of late, I haven’t really thought much about the world right outside my door. In the summer months, Louisiana is hot, muggy, buggy, and wet. I recently heard a friend refer to summer in Louisiana with a particularly visceral simile: “like walking around inside the mouth of a golden retriever.” Accurate, yet grotesque. So
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