My Proper Raincoat

My raincoat makes a swishing sound when sliding it over my arms and onto my shoulders.  Each time I put it on some part of me whispers, “Thank you.” I have lived in rainy Washington over thirty years and this is my first proper raincoat.  I’ve had second hand, make-do coats faded in color.   I’ve…

A is for Acceptance

Stephan flung open the door in his usual grand entrance style.  The huge grin on his face couldn’t have been any wider.  Each day he came ready to rock his preschool day.  It wasn’t until I looked down at his feet that I noticed something different.  On one foot Stephan was wearing an almost knee…

Rainbow-Colored Santa

I don’t remember a time I didn’t want to teach. Teaching is woven into every part of my being. I was a young girl before the invention of the internet, smart phones and video games so I had to figure out how to entertain myself.  Summers were spent gathering my seven brothers and sisters and…