She’s behind her big counter, which is really her desk, and you say hello. Pleasant and polite she is, despite the hectic craziness and the hustle and bustle of a morning inside a school office. Children asking questions, dropping off notes. Someone forgot his lunch, another, her homework. One is crying, and another one has a stomachache, but […]
Dear Mrs. Stevens by Kim Valzania
Dear Mrs. Stevens, who told me I could write You were old and you were mean and you hardly ever smiled – but you did sometimes Mrs. Stevens, and you told me I could write Your stiffly buttoned Oxford shirts, your mannish, leather Oxford shoes, your giant Oxford dictionary (“just look it up!”) you told me […]