Twenty years ago, one of my community college students wrote an essay about a day so busy that she forgot to pick up her seven-year-old daughter at school.
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Twenty years ago, one of my community college students wrote an essay about a day so busy that she forgot to pick up her seven-year-old daughter at school.
The scrap of paper lay facedown on the pavement. I picked it up out of curiosity, or greed perhaps—maybe it’s valuable.
We passed a line of peahens. “I wish we’d passed elephants,” she said.
The heavy bass resonates in the bathroom, the vocals barely audible over the running water.