"teaching is like telling a story."

"there has to be a moral?"

"no! you have to start at the beginning."

sigh. btw, i <3 teaching. it's such a rush. 


can you see it?
it's wrapped inside a
silk handkerchief
and hidden away.
it's masked to seem
pretty and mysterious
like a story on a
rainy night, with lightning
and thunder.
but if you can see it
don't tell me what it looks like.
don't tell me how naked, how
raw, how vulnerable and scared
it is,
my sadness.