So today, I get a call from Tris.

"My toe hurts!"

"Why?"

"I don't know!"

"Is there a cut?"

"I don't know! I want to come home!"

"Did you examine your toe?"

"No! I want to come home!"

"Did something happen today?"

a whisper:

"Yes."

"Is your toe actually hurt, or did you have a shitty day?"

"I had a shitty day."

"What happened?"

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I had a meeting with the school last week. I couldn't sleep a wink the night before, because usually these meetings make me feel like I've been put through a meat grinder ( Read more... )

I can't sleep ( Read more... )

Tristan has a "p" inside a circle on the back of his hand, written in red Sharpie. Each knuckle is numbered 1 through 4. On the inside of each finger there is more writing ( Read more... )

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Yesterday was Grandpa's birthday. He became 86. I need to stop and get a birthday card before I start out for the day.

This morning I found a poem Tristan wrote stuffed in his backpack with some other schoolwork:

My pebble

My pebble
is
Displeased.
My pebble-
The pebble ( Read more... )

1. A sharpened shovel ( Read more... )

Hola Señorita Unger ( Read more... )

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This is so awful - the Boys and Girls Club in the next town over burnt down.

If I didn't have our B&G Club, I don't know what I'd do. They are so great, and this is such sad news.