Emptying a drawer that for years had sat unsifted, I found old computer disks, a yellowed newspaper and a stack of senior photos of my first students. In our classroom in Watertown, Minn., these kids had watched me fumble with seating charts and desk arrangements, with lagging book discussions, with disrespect. And yet they wrote for me: poems and essays layered with declarations, confessions, errors and hope. I blinked over their bent heads, the sound of their shifting pencils speeding my heartbeat. Sometimes, one would glance at me. Yes, I’d want to say, I see you. I still do. — Emily Brisse

Positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging“, as I know each of these pieces represents something