Charlotte_

11 Nov 2015

Teacher

My daughter's teacher becomes my teacher

Saturday night, alone for the the first time in a long time. The butterflies were back in my stomach. Sitting on the overstuffed chair in the den, legs up on the ottoman. The lights were dimmed. My coffee was cooling on the table. I had just opened the la...

Charlotte_

26 Sep 2016

Teacher part 2

I learn from my daughter's teacher

Ms. McCall put her phone back in her bag. She turned to appraise me in my robe and pajama top. "It would be polite of you to greet her nude. She will be wearing almost nothing when she arrives." For long moments, I stared at her, barely able to breathe. B...