O Mighty Crisis Stories

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Decades: Milo & Cyrus, on the Cusp of 15

In the ninth grade, Cyrus and Milo are twins who live in Massachusetts.       1. Think of a specific time you felt joy. What was going on, and why were you so happy in that moment? This spring I was in a musical for my school, and I...

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Decades: Emma, Age 10

For the next few weeks, I’ll be running a series of blog posts, each one featuring a representative from a different decade of life. Each subject will respond to the same five questions. As readers, we get to consider in which ways the answers differ due to age and in...

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Locker Wars

I walk into the locker room at the Y, glad that the hour for reading Us Weekly while fiddling with the controls of a Stairmaster is upon me. How lucky a gal am I, I muse, to be able to bring my toys to a place where I pay money to...

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Dump It

She changed me. Her name is Keri, and although she started out as a student in a few of my classes, she ended up becoming a friend for life, someone whose innate light defeated the chilling darkness of her early years. Keri was treated as harshly as a person can be. Yet...

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I’m Glad That’s Over

Sometimes I get ranty on my students. This happens, in particular, when they kvetch about having to take classes that are “stupid” because some courses “don’t have anything to do with what I’m going into.” Of course, were these students expressing their frustrations at the keyboard, that sentiment would read “tehy are...

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The Maps Within Us

My head is muzzy, and I am out of sorts. I stayed up too late, lost in a compelling book, and then woke up too early, my brain–still full of images from the book–unable to rest. My head hurts; my body is empty of energy. I have class in an hour. The idea...

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Ultimate Gestures of Love

Byron and I are saying goodnight to Paco, giving him kisses and discussing the next day’s plans, when Byron rubs at his armpit. “What’s going on in there, Champ?” I ask. “You got chiggers?” His answer is better than chiggers. “I have this weird knot in my armpit hair. I...

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Going for a Run in Turkey

I wrote the post below five years ago, when our family lived in the Cappadocia region of Turkey. Since that time, not a day goes by when I don’t feel some resonance from that experience. I look in our spice drawer in the kitchen, and I see bags of pul...

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Up, Up, and Away

My physical therapist stands in front of me, pulling back his shoulders and lifting his sternum towards the ceiling. “Like that,” he says, demonstrating the latest addition to my ever-growing list of shoulder-improving exercises. His movements have triggered a memory. “Oh, man, Mike. That posture-improving move there reminds me of taking ballet lessons...

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Get a Job

I slip into the high school classroom a few minutes late–hell if I could find Room 3031, tucked back there in the Foreign Languages suite. Since when do high schools have “suites”? Did the demise of the smoking lounge make way for the rise of the language suite? Most of...

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