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Monday, February 22, 2010

Tutoring, Week 3

Sonja was moody today. She complained about the way her teacher jumped around to different topics and seemed scattered at times. She help up her mostly blank assignment paper and declared, "This is what I got done in class today! She wanted us to FILL the page and THIS is what I freakin' wrote!" We... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Motorcycle Adventurette: Part 1

It was a bitterly cold day sometime in the spring when the rain had dried up, if only for a few hours, at the same time I happened to have been rolling my dirt bike out from behind my Harley in my boyfriend’s garage. He let me keep my bikes there over the winter when the rains fall relentlessly in... Sign in to see full entry.

Motorcycle Adventurette: Part 2

I whizzed down the first street way over the speed limit in my excitement to peel the layers of winter and cabin fever off my skin, and off my bike…the wind rushed up my legs and curled down into my shoes, up my back and rolled up into my helmet where it fogged my vision…my face gleamed ear to ear... Sign in to see full entry.

Motorcycle Adventurette: Part 3

Later, when I was telling a fellow biker friend about the episode, it reminded me of a public service ad where this lady is in a Laundromat with her infant. Only at first, we don’t know the infant is there. We, and the other patrons in the place, just see her talking to herself, putting her pants on... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Tutoring, Week Two

I met with my GED student, Sonja, for the second time. We focused on essay writing. She had an assignment that asked her to write an essay about what a perfect hamburger was to her. Sonja struggles with converting her ideas and spoken words into writing, so I thought formulating sentences around a... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Tutoring, Part 1

The devastating news about my friend Jason pounded at my temples in synch with my Super Bowl Hangover, which I anticipated after my beloved team won the game the day before. My Mom grew up in New Orleans and my whole family lived there, so a Saints victory lifted all of us into a cloud of exhausting... Sign in to see full entry.

Tutoring, Part 2

When I finally met Sonja, I immediately felt connected to her. She was a heavyset lady, probably a few years older than me, and very outgoing. I sat down with her and she started to explain her academic troubles. “My writing is terrible! I need to pass the test this time. I have already taken it... Sign in to see full entry.

A Sweet Story About Fear, Love, and Cobbler: Part 3

Opening my oven was a whole new adventure. I felt part of an underground adventure through cobwebs and secret passages with Indiana Jones. What’s in there? What shelf will make my cobbler right, and which of the other two mean sudden death, or burning the house down? Will the oven explode if I mess... Sign in to see full entry.

A Sweet Story About Fear, Love, and Cobbler: Part 2

Whatever it was, I was on a mission to turn Cal's efforts into something better than berries on the shelf. I wanted to show him that his work was not in vain. I would meet his labor with labor! I would take the torch and keep running! And it would be a surprise. I started to get excited; I wanted to... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 12, 2010

A Sweet Story About Fear, Love, and Cobbler: Part 1

My boyfriend Cal had picked the berries. His fingers had meticulously and carefully chosen and touched every last one of them. His eye inspected every plant and every piece of fruit as he placed each into his bucket. When he brought them home, he rinsed them and tediously plucked stems from the... Sign in to see full entry.

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