Nowadays rejections slips don’t come as frequently in the mail. It used to be I could wallpaper my office fresh every month with, “loved reading your piece, but it’s not for our magazine,” or, “well-crafted, but yours was one of hundreds of other excellent submissions.” Now I open my email and I receive the brief letdowns from an anonymous junior editor hired to portion out bad news. I let it go and continue writing. Surprisingly, something good comes about that very same day boosting my confidence after one of those notes. Today my teaching career was validified by two parents of favorite students with their kind remarks, and I saw a piece of mine in print that works very well.