So I’m working on my memoir, and wrote this piece about my first year of teaching. Can anyone relate?

Rain Reflections

Not every day is sunny in my garden. Today the heavens are teeming with a morning rain washing God’s world. The heavens have opened, and a steady downpour splashes the pavement, lands with some considerable force on the newly opened Easter lilies I’ve waited for weeks to open. I’m sure it’s spoiling someone’s wedding day, planned in an outdoor…..

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