This is the third post in a series meant to be preceded by an introductory letter. Please read that here. Foster Intimacy “Daring greatly means the courage to be vulnerable. It means to show up and be seen. To ask for what you need. To talk about how you’re feeling. To have the […]
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This is the second post of a series meant to be preceded in reading by an introductory letter. Please read that HERE. Grow Up. “Children learn more from what you are than what you teach.” ~ W. E. B. Du Bois “There’s a world of difference between insisting on someone’s doing something and establishing […]
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The holiday season–that busy stretch of weeks between Thanksgiving and the New Year–is often filled with Comings and Goings. Someone traveling somewhere and remaining for a while. Guests. Visitors. We had many. Did you? Here’s the thing about Comings and Goings: some are more welcome than others.
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Recently I was asked to write about the empty nest. I’m not sure I can, so I wrote about Advent instead.
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Note: This post was first published on December 17, 2005, back when our church still had an orchestra. Because of conversations and thoughts I’ve had of late, I thought it was time to post it again. I have revised it a little, but only a little. Note 2: Not long after I posted this, my parents […]
Read moreThis morning, after days of cloudless blue, our sky was overcast. But it was warm again, and through open doors and windows, I could hear the blue-jays cry. I don’t hear the jays every day. At our feeder we get chickadees and finches, a nuthatch, and a small brown bird with a dart of white […]
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This blog post is a gift to my mother, whose birthday was April 21st. And in loving memory of my grandmother, Grace Everett, whose birthday was the 27th. The field guides were kept in the dining room. Not obtrusively on the kitchen table or counter, but just around the corner, accessible to a quick eye […]
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I had a happy childhood. That small fact is likely adequate to spoil my hopes of ever being a *good* writer, but there it is. The actual truth is that I had a very happy childhood. That said, I did not own a pair of Nike’s until well into the sixth grade, maybe later, and […]
Read moreIt was a whirlwind. It was a weekend that started on a Wednesday. It was my birthday, and the 24th anniversary of our 1st date, and a visit from my parents. It was meals at favorite restaurants, and being sung the Happy Birthday song, and a new coat. It was homemade potato chips with gorgonzola […]
Read moreIt’s a week now that we’ve been back at school, and I’ve never been so efficient in my life. Last week, while I was teaching my Winterim course and working on grading those pesky exams (the ones I gave before Christmas break, the ones I didn’t really want to grade during Christmas break, the ones […]
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