Paula J Peckham
Stories (4/0)
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Crazy Little Thing Called Love “Who died?” After years of believing myself the last of my family line, these unexpected words of consolation didn’t compute. Brian and I squinted across the Starbucks table at the woman. Had my dead-end life just received a transfusion?
By Paula J Peckham3 years ago in Families
In the Trenches
If you ever want to be humbled, become a high school math teacher. I guarantee you, every time you have a good day, a day where you feel like a great teacher, a teacher the kids respect and like, one they can listen to and learn from, you’ll have a day that knocks you right back into the trenches.
By Paula J Peckham3 years ago in Education
Pop
Late afternoon sun slips between the plastic slats of the blinds, painting parallel lines in the room. The stripes melt over the edge of the mattress and land on the floor, getting wider and wider as they go. I sit on the bed, watching my grandfather. They moved him to the “rehabilitation center” today (it’s not a nursing home, everyone insists) after spending time in the hospital. I know this is a turning point in our lives. He won’t go home again.
By Paula J Peckham3 years ago in Families