He said, “I didn’t know how to write until this year.”
Read moreI threw the bag away. The Entire Bag. Okay. It wasn’t an Entire Bag. It was about– almost– half full. And when you consider how much air is in those bags in the first place, I really hadn’t eaten all that many of them. Also they were going stale. Slowly. So I threw away the […]
Read moreNo. Nothing. Not your lesson plan, not your attitude, not your ability to perceive the perceptions of your students. Not your curriculum, not your textbook, not the selection of literature you so carefully selected last June. Not your understanding of what exactly is happening at the back of the classroom when everyone should be listening […]
Read moreis staying up too late tonight. I think in the last week and a half, I haven’t been to bed before twelve. And as I am up (always) by 6:30, going to bed that late is Just Too Late. Tonight things will be different. Tonight I am not making a salt and flour map of […]
Read moreI’m taking a time-out here to give a hearty welcome to the phatted calf who has, it seems, entered the world of blogging. Which isn’t to say that he hasn’t been in this world for Some Time. I know he reads blogs; he has been known to read– and even comment on– this blog from […]
Read moreYes, I was up Way Too Late last night. Way, Way. But it was totally worth it. We were in Raleigh last night, at the Lincoln Theater, listening to music. It was a great line-up: my friend Alli Rogers (whose husband Kirk proved himself true to his reputation: The Greatest Guy In The History of […]
Read more“For there come, alike in discouragement and exaltation, to all men, however strong of body or brain, moments of craving, in which the soul gropes blindly for another soul; and the most strong, if he owns this need most rarely, feels it most imperious.” -Plutarch, on the friendship between Alexander the Great and Hephaestion
Read moreWhen Emma Grace was born, I waited for the night when I would dream about her. It takes a while, you know, for the new people in your life to show up in your dreams. And when they do, I always feel that they have finally Arrived. They have Presence enough in my everyday to […]
Read moreto be sweeping away the dirt on your front walk if while you do so, the air is in constant motionand also the newborn leaves; and if, on these leavesthe sun shines this way on their flat, soft selves; and if the birds just won’t stop singing; and if, mixed in with the dirt and […]
Read moreAnd the moon is a sliver of silverlike a shaving that fell on the floorof a Carpenter’s shopand every house must have its builderand I awoke in the house of Godwhere the windows are morningsand eveningsstretched from the sun, across the skynorth to southand on my way to early meeting, I heard therocks crying out…. […]
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