While Cleaning My Husband’s Car, I Accidenta…

over 14 years.

Not all at once. Not dramatically.

But in the small daily compressions that accumulate into a shape you no longer recognize as your own.

Painting those walls was the beginning of recognizing myself again.

I went back to teaching that fall with a quality of presence I hadn’t had in a long time.

My students noticed, though, of course, they continue reading …