My English teacher looked like Queen Elizabeth…the first

Instead of brocade and a ruff she favored cardigan twin sets and a short strand of pearls. She was bird-boned and regal. She powdered her face Elizabeth 1 white. She had no eyebrows to speak of, and above her high forehead her tight-permed curls were red. As you can see it was a dramatic and calculated look. As a teenager I had no idea of her age, but now I can safely guess she was in her sixties. She was one of the most riveting and inspiring of teachers, leading us to dive deep into literature and to express ourselves on paper in the most lucid way we could.

When I was recording the podcast I thought of her. I would find myself standing up straighter, drawing in deep breaths to slowly let the words form. I remembered her stillness, and the glimmer in her eyes when she was sly. I remembered she was a bit of a ham.

I can’t thank her now but I can remember her.

Tell me who you’d like to remember. The comments are open.