I write this from bed, & I think maybe these last two days are the first two days in about 16 months in which I’ve had nothing too major/pressing in my immediate periphery, over my head, nothing too major that requires immediate action. Not today. At least not that I’m…


My boss texted me this morning to say he liked the “editorial comment” I slipped into this week’s edition of our school newsletter. I had accidentally left a typo dating the newsletter: 111/01/2020.

But like my boss said first, it DOES feel like we’re in month one-hundred and eleven of…


One of the things I’ll definitely miss about living in Flagstaff is the way you just “run into people you know” all the time. Like I remember a couple years ago being in the grocery store and a student shouting across the dairy aisle “Hey, Gruber! …


I forgot it’s almost Halloween.

My sixth graders didn’t.

A boy in my middle school Intro to CRW asked me this morning what I’d do if he shows up at my house tomorrow asking for a treat (and I’m thinking why the fuck would you do that?


Looking like the reaper; mending; worrying

A few thoughts thirteen days before the presidential election
and thirteen days before I find out if the breast cancer has spread to my lungs

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The pandemic started with punk rock, and morphed to 90s Manchester and today I moved into Patsy Cline. I started, of course, with Crazy…


I lived in the American midwest for the first thirty-eight years of my life. When I lived there, on a break from work, I’d usually make the drive to Iowa where my father’s side of the family lived and still lives. After the toxic fallout from American Politics was over…


Today, I would like to discuss Freaking Out, as in having a Spaz Attack, as in Flipping.

You know,
when your doctor’s office calls to remind you that your meds are delayed due to an insurance issue and you are like, “What??? I have cancer, motherfuckers!” and you work yourself…


Today, as I was walking back from a trip to the beach, I caught sight of my shadow on the pavement and thought to myself, “Christ, stop walking like Charlton Heston.” I’m not even sure what I meant by this, but “stop walking like Charlton Heston” made me laugh. My…


Meanwhile, at the Hampton I am stretched on the couch with a $10 fleece blankie I picked up at the Rite Aid in Blythe while getting water and snacks for my “suite” overlooking the desert and the freeway. And the pool.

This is the least creepy hotel in the greater…


Today ended with me telling the story of a hamster I had, as a kid, named Rambo. In an act of neglect, I forgot I left Rambo in the basement play kitchen and thus, if you ask my students, caused his death. “You neglected him to death,” a student told…

Allison Gruber

Educator, essayist, feminist, human.

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