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Teaching Load

Teaching Load Pia Seagrave Appalachian Heritage, Volume 27, Number 3, Summer 1999, p. 79 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1999.0004 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/435526/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 19:59 GMT from JHU Libraries Teaching Load I was heavy with child then. My office was topped with tall windows so deep I could climb right up and read 'til I slept, curled like my baby, safe. I would unfurl then, step down to the creaking wide planks to the pool of streaming light, butterscotch, amber. I'd kick off my shoes, sway in the rocker, bare feet golden in the wooden pond, and hum some mountain lullaby. He came bustling down the ceramic hallway, conjugating verbs and planning for class and stepped in front of my door, arrested there. I paid no mind, my eyes closed and dreaming, 'til I heard footsteps near, stealthy and soft. "May I?" he asked, all shy and silly. His fingers and palms round my belly; his eyes grew wide and he whispered, "AU the secrets of the universe lie within." He shuffled away, smiling, knowing what to teach the students. -Pia Seagrave http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Teaching Load

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Appalachian Review , Volume 27 (3) – Jan 8, 2014
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Pia Seagrave Appalachian Heritage, Volume 27, Number 3, Summer 1999, p. 79 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1999.0004 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/435526/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 19:59 GMT from JHU Libraries Teaching Load I was heavy with child then. My office was topped with tall windows so deep I could climb right up and read 'til I slept, curled like my baby, safe. I would unfurl then, step down to the creaking wide planks to the pool of streaming light, butterscotch, amber. I'd kick off my shoes, sway in the rocker, bare feet golden in the wooden pond, and hum some mountain lullaby. He came bustling down the ceramic hallway, conjugating verbs and planning for class and stepped in front of my door, arrested there. I paid no mind, my eyes closed and dreaming, 'til I heard footsteps near, stealthy and soft. "May I?" he asked, all shy and silly. His fingers and palms round my belly; his eyes grew wide and he whispered, "AU the secrets of the universe lie within." He shuffled away, smiling, knowing what to teach the students. -Pia Seagrave

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Published: Jan 8, 2014

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