I am

starting 

a one-woman

revolution

to bring back

beautiful words.

Well actually,

they have

never

truly left us,

they have

simply

fallen into

disuse.

Words, like the

very best

things 

in life, can

simply be enjoyed

for

their own

sake,

although by

their very nature

they are

profoundly useful.

So in my quest 

to free the

fantastic words,

so to speak,

I’ve crossed paths

with this particular,

albeit dire,

beauty:

pedagogue.

A strict and unlikeable

teacher.

[insert eyeroll here]

Leaning in nonetheless,

this word feels

stern, and harsh,

and rigid,

and my top lip curves

in disdain as I

read it.

Isn’t that amazing?

The fact that

one tiny

word can do

all of that?

So while being

a pedagogue

is not someone

I aspire to be,

not by a million miles,

it is a strikingly apt 

and beautiful word.

Crisp even, and

most definitely

precise.

Plus, it’s always good

to have a fabulous

slur

in one’s

backpocket.

~Lu