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An old lady and her geriatric Shih Tzu strolled past us while we were having dinner and then walked by the exact same spot, in the exact same manner, a few minutes later. Me: Hey! It’s the old lady again! H: *without missing a beat* It’s a glitch in the Matrix.

You may not have thought of teachers this way

I’ve been loving Medium’s lovely reading interface for a long time and decided to give its writing interface a shot. For my first Medium experiment, I figured I’d start with a topic I’m super familiar with: the intersection of teaching and entrepreneurship. How Good Teachers are like EntrepreneursIt is rather surprising how often I am asked …

Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic. ― Anais Nin

Rosy Ear

by Zbigniew Herbert I thoughtbut I know her so wellwe have been living together so many years I knowher bird-like headwhite armsand belly until one timeon a winter eveningshe sat down beside meand in the lamplightfalling from behind usI saw a rosy ear a comic petal of skina conch with living bloodinside it I didn’t …

The thing with him… it’s like the sun shines on you, and it’s glorious. When you have his attention, you feel like you’re the only person in the world, that’s why everybody loves him so much. And then he forgets you and it’s very, very cold. The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999)

Misgivings

by William Matthews “Perhaps you’ll tire of me,” musesmy love, although she’s like a great city to me, or a park that finds newways to wear each flounce of lightand investiture of weather.Soil doesn’t tire of rain, I think, but I know what she fears: plans warp,planes explode, topsoil gets peeled away by floods. And …

Breakfast

by Jacques Prevert He put the coffeeIn the cupHe put the milkIn the cup of coffeeHe put the sugarIn the cafe au laitAnd he set down the cupWithout a word to meHe litA cigaretteHe made smoke-ringsWith the smokeHe put the ashesIn the ash-trayWithout a word to meWithout a look at meHe got upHe putHis hat …

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forget that there abides the old in …

There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby