by Susana H. Case Boy crazy, the doctor tsked— the phrase lodged in my mother’s throat, as she made sure she heard, repeating it correctly. She was easily fooled by the right diplomas. He prescribed black and aqua pills. I lost time in there; days ballooned away from me. Life is a candy stand with

Substitute Teacher

by Susana H. Case I was nineteen in Ohio. Mornings, the phone rang with my assignment. I’d run down the hill to catch the bus— a different school most mornings— clutching a bag of M&M’s for lunch. Principals said, just keep the students quiet. Poor Maurice—same size as me, but mentally a six-year-old—all deficits and