Last week, the world lost an amazing person. My high school English teacher, Mrs. Pierce, died on March 19. I can still hear her raspy voice teaching me how long a paragraph should be. I can see her floating around the room in her signature floral dress, checking everyone’s papers. In 11th grade, I… Continue reading Mrs. Pierce
Tag: Childhood
25 Before My 25th
My 25th high school reunion is next year. I was 25 when I got married for the first time. So it has been a young, stupid, naïve Kari since I graduated from high school. It seems like just last year I was rocking a mullet with six-inch bangs, listening to some Def Leppard and all,… Continue reading 25 Before My 25th