I loved my fourth grade teacher and she stands out beyond any I ever had, and supported me in the most surprising and beautiful ways. (*Everyone - this is a beloved teacher that taught me how to write! The good kind! The best!)
I'll take the Old Yellers and Yearlings of my youth a hundred times over the cruelties we were just supposed to look past. I can't be the only person who tears up hard just seeing the name "Laika." (Doing it now, damn.)
Please tell me it wasn't me (your fourth grade teacher)!
I loved my fourth grade teacher and she stands out beyond any I ever had, and supported me in the most surprising and beautiful ways. (*Everyone - this is a beloved teacher that taught me how to write! The good kind! The best!)
Well spoken and so true. A word to treasure. The image of you crying in class -- I know that feeling, too, but buried it deep.
And a teacher who couldn't be more proud of my shining star.
How delightful it is to have followed you and watched all your
many achievements.
Thank you for this, Megan. Spoke to my heart! Thought you might appreciate this reading by Jane Kenyon of her poem "Otherwise": https://www.saltproject.org/progressive-christian-blog/2026/5/11/a-new-short-film-otherwise-by-jane-kenyon.
I'll take the Old Yellers and Yearlings of my youth a hundred times over the cruelties we were just supposed to look past. I can't be the only person who tears up hard just seeing the name "Laika." (Doing it now, damn.)
Cheers to all of this, dear Megan! Porousness, sensitivity, art: braided sisters.
I love this reclaiming and re-contextualizing of what it means to be sensitive. Yes and yes