April is Poetry Month. Last year, I was originally intending to write a poem every day. On the first day, though, I had this “flash fiction” story I wanted to get out of my system. One month and 50,000+ words later, I had yet another November Novel that I was going to be committed to…
Author: Clio
Set Theory in Elementary School
Note: This is not a polished edit, just some somewhat disorganized thoughts. Hopefully, I’ll write something more organized later. For a long time, I thought I understood set theory. Then, a few years ago, I realized I had somehow messed up what is a fairly rudimentary concept: That sets, by standard definition, do not have…
03/29/23
At the Mathematica exhibit at the Henry Ford, there’s a thing where ball bearings go around and around like planets around their sun, except their orbits get smaller with each rotation. As they get closer to the middle, they speed up, and it causes my brain to itch as they get into their final descent…
there’s an outfit i keep in my closet
there’s an outfit i keep in my closet it doesn’t fit me anymorebut it’s what other people expect me to wear i slip it on when i need toand i try to keep it clean not pristine and pressed, mind you:it has to be rumpled enough so that it looks like i still like to…
03/19/23 (You Have the Power)
The gas station which charges a dime less a gallon than any of the surrounding stations was full again today, as it often is, so I pulled in enough so it was clear that I was waiting for a stall but not so far that I wouldn’t have flexibility to move to the next open…
On the Fear of Transness
This morning, I was reading Twitter and clicked through a link to John Pavlovitz’s swag shop. I got distracted, though, when I saw that two of the dropdown options were “Women’s” and “Men’s/Unisex”. Given that Pavlovitz has been a reliable LGBTQIA (including the trans part) ally, those options were a reminder of what the current…
parabola
her heart was a parabola her love spun outin tangentsthat spread like ley linesacross her history each line was a dreameach line was a memorygolden kintsugithat traced her pastinto her future her heart was a parabola and although she could not findits vertexand although she did not knowits slopeshe knew her turn had come but…
Transgender status, Christianity, and Students
Once in a while, I see a social media comment that gives me pause, a moment of reflection that helps me understand “the other side”. In this case, in response to a call to eradicate “transgenderism”, I saw this from Twitter user NiocoleeO: “Imagine this. A teacher speaks to your child about Jesus. Your child…
02/22/23 Some Random Thoughts on Autism
I’ve got a bunch of stuff rattling around in my brain right now, and I keep thinking that maybe at some point they’ll behave themselves and come out in a coherent line, but this will be somewhat stream of consciousness, and that’s okay. This morning, which is a snow day from work, I was watching…
On “They’re Just Faking It”
Imagine that people didn’t believe in blindness. That being unable to see was perceived to be a matter of defiance or laziness. Seeking excuses. Being stubborn. “Everybody’s a little blind, when you think about it.” “How do you know you’re really blind?” “So many kids these days are acting blind to get attention.” In this…