It’s a cautionary tale, but also a recognition of what it feels like to fall in love with teaching.
Another professor in the department where I teach asked if I considered myself a teacher who wrote or a writer who taught.
Don’t worry about the expectations you imagine others have; play with the mud you’ve found, like a child.
She asked him not to, but she didn’t scream or fight.
I understood the blank stares and raw anguish when I asked those students about their homes.
