(Warning, the following contains spoilers for Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner.) If I hadn’t retired, I’d be hanging kites in my classroom and prepping my Kite Runner unit, which I taught to my seniors every spring. I don’t miss being a teacher, but I miss teaching, and I miss spending spring with Khaled Hosseini’s glorious book. …
Brother, she said. I fed you your bottle. Give me your soul in exchange. As if that matters. As if that changes anything. No. You never drank her poison. You spat, then smashed its vial beneath your boot. She should have followed your example. You tell me this as we leave its deep woods grave, …
Spring 1999, my two-year-old daughter awakened from her nap with a painful limp. Hoping perhaps she’d slept awkwardly, I changed her diaper and took her and my son outside to play. Rationality warred with fear. Then, we had no Google. No WebMD or its equivalent with which to quickly search for answers. I thumbed the …
My Name was Supposed to be Elizabeth Ann 