Here we are, coming up on mid-August and this educator family is feeling all the feelings as we watch our daughter prepare for outfitting two classrooms, welcoming 750-some kids into them, look ahead to months of sleeplessness and bustle. We woke to the dense fog of a cold front coming to meet what have been some hot days — another sign. But we have great neighbors who are happy to grumble about the weather with us. Our primary elections are done, and our guy moves ahead to a tough and unevenly funded campaign. And no, we are not selling the house. This poem inspired by the sale of our parents’ house long ago.
Hey, there is just one more writing workshop at Oxbow this summer with a few seats left. Click here for all the registration details..