The strength from standing with our society on the staircase while people gathered. The weight of the golden eggs, a surprise to many. The sound eccoing from the walls, enclosing us. The veil, feeling more and more familiar. The hugs and tears from strangers, preciously given to me. – FC/CF…

The perfume smells like my Grandmother. Not as she smelled in recent years when I was an adult, but the way she smelled when I visited her and granddad when I was a kid. That’s a nice memory to explore, but how to use it in my math classes in…