March 21, 2020

Conversation with MA on Facebook. He hears I’m retiring, and launches into that sweet speech about how much I meant to him as teacher and mentor. I find I need that speech more than I’d anticipated, as my last “official” review of 37 years was that I was a sexual predator–or at the very least a thug– for whom sensitivity classes were being prepared. Maybe I should have taken them. Maybe they would have helped me get the issue out of my mind.

Two raggedy rabbits graze my ragged grass at dawn.