Joshua worked hard today. Signed–Ms. Duke Did he really? I honestly can’t remember as I write this note. In middle school, each day is a ride on a cheap Ferris wheel with the speed set too high, punctuated by unsettling sights and rattling noises. But I’m not feeling frustrated with Joshua at the moment, andContinue reading “Joshua worked hard today.”
A twisted paper sails across the back. A miss. From the front swirls a triangle of plastic. Contact! Overhead a whirling nutcracker suite commences in this space so briefly out of her control. She catches them. Or she gets hit. (Mega-score!) Or someone complains. The ballerinas drop to the ground.