A Teacher's Song
Ice Forming on Boardwalk in St. Ignace Death of my husband forced me to go back to school. I wasn’t just a teacher in a first-grade classroom. My role was a student, too. A rookie. 1st - I had to deal with pain and listlessness of my mind and body until I had strength. 2nd - I re-told my story over and over until I knew I couldn’t change one letter or punctuation mark. Which made me realize…I couldn’t redo or undo the past. 3rd - The language of life I spoke and listened to no longer made sense. It became gibberish. It felt like letter by letter, word by word I had to learn again. 4th - I was a solo student in a room of teachers. I had to sift through them. To figure out I could only listen to one at time. They are still in cahoots with each other, they have a shared theme…life and me in this life. Yesterday, on U of M's campus I sat in smal...