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The BEST Lasagne Bolognese
First thing’s first. In Italian, the word “lasagna” means just one “layer,” while “lasagne” means multiple “layers.” Which version of this delectable delight would you rather devour? Same. (I’m a linguist. What do you want from me?)
She awoke with a groan, stretching out and banging her head on the ceiling above her. In a violent burst of helpless frustration, she cursed the world and everything in it. It seemed she would never get used to this place-- this frigid, dark, godforsaken place. For a time, she had clawed a primitive sort of tally on the wall to mark the days (or at least, what she thought were days). Alas, the markings were no match for the fire of her rage and desperation; they had long since been charred away.
The Four Best Student-Led FREE Online Resources for Teachers and Parents!
In 2020, a lot of things changed for a lot of people. I am one of those whom I like to call professionally migrant. I didn't exactly lose my job, but I did end up leaving the job I loved due to the economic repercussions of COVID. I'm a teacher, and my reality this year is unlike anything I had seen before. I grew up privileged. After college, I was even lucky enough to get a job I adored on the first try. Sure, some of my students struggled, but we were able to get every single student meeting grade-level expectations every single year.
When I Think of Grandma
"It's just so vivid," she gasped between giggles, tears rolling down her weathered cheeks. Her blue eyes, faded with age, always became mere slits when she laughed, and her body shook with every chortle.
"There was a time..."
It's been almost a year now, for many of us... torn between our duty to the planet, to humanity, to life itself, and our own selfish needs, legitimate as they are. We stay home when we can. We mask up. We educate. We advocate. We stay faithful to the cause and to science, striving as we may to avoid the new strains, both viral and emotional. However, we would be lying if we said this wasn't tearing us all up from the inside out. It would be dishonest to claim that we spend all of our time focusing on what we do have instead of what we've lost. We don the masks with no outward complaint, and we smile with our eyes when society prompts us to do so... but underneath the fabric lies a grim, pallid stripe. It is a line in the sand between what once was and what now is.
The ABC's of NICU Life
I had been warned many times throughout my pregnancy that a premature delivery would be likely. Regardless, I had it in my head the whole time that I would surprise the doctors and carry these babies to term. It was not a matter of determination or anything like that; it was simply an unfounded feeling of confidence that I carried along with the babies. Everything in my life had always worked out, so why should this be any different? Well, to no one else’s surprise, our twins were born about five weeks early and spent some time in the neonatal intensive care unit.