Friday, October 28, 2011


A teenager at the shelter asked if I was a vampire.

At first I thought it was because I only work nights. It was explained later that it was her way of asking why I didn't look my age.

A few days later, I noticed gray hairs. Several of them.

I don't give a crap about aging. But I'm afraid of what will happen at the shelter when I can't make teenagers think I'm a vampire.

Monday, October 17, 2011


Recently, last week, I bought a new iPhone. I showed it to my students and one of them, a woman in her 60s (or perhaps she is in the 60s) got up, said she hates "those things," and stormed out of the room.