There’s a sneeze guard that separates each tutor and student.
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There’s a sneeze guard that separates each tutor and student.
I used to look in the mirror and see my father. Now it's my mother who stares back.
I found her at the kitchen table with a yellow legal pad.
“Alexa,” I call out. “Set the timer for five minutes!”
… yesterday, when I was writing a birthday card, I was fascinated to see how my cursive letters leaped and bounded on the page.
I haven’t written a single poem in months.
Her eyes, heavy with fatigue, tell her it’s time for bed, but Inspiration becomes her caffeine, her alarm clock telling her it’s time to write.