We got busy with summer and vacation plans and sometime when we weren’t looking the red plant grew. It crept along the wall, hugging the fence
The days passed, and the caterpillars followed the kit’s promises to a t. They wriggled, they fell, they ate, they spun silk
Knowing that hundreds of us were making our way on foot to the last remaining Wall made it all connect somehow. I had to come back
Do I have that same kavod? Though I’m dressed more appropriately, I’m watching from the sidelines and can’t even manage to be wholeheartedly present
I resisted the crazed urge to call out to her, to yell for her to stop, to take me, a perfect stranger, along with her
I mean, I wear this stuff, it’s my unique style, but would my students get it? I need to be new and fresh, hip and cool, right?
