Take a breath, a really big one and enjoy it. Go ahead and roll your shoulders back and drop them into place. They don’t belong at your ears. Trust me. Root your feet into the ground, balance comes from building things correctly, not swiftly. It’s ok if you need to get water, in fact everyone should get some more… Continue reading Spring Semester advice
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A thought at dinner with someone I thought I liked
I looked out the window and thought this: “Am I the barometer for these men to find out if they can love?” I get even the hardest of cases at my door, knocking with hat in hand, weaving me stories and I invite them in. I can love anyone if I find something special about them.… Continue reading A thought at dinner with someone I thought I liked
The Stories we Tell
I don't need to write it here to remember that this semester was hard. But there, now it is written. And as I am nearing the end, I find myself counting the blessings of the days.Two cards today from students who both said thank you.And I may never get another, but this will be enough.The… Continue reading The Stories we Tell
Simplicity
The ingredients are simple.Blend the butter and the eggs and the vanilla and white sugar and the brown. The flour and the salt. The baking soda, the baking powder.The chocolate chips.You use your hands perhaps, the way your mother did-elbow deep in a silver bowl as big as the table. Her wedding ring, gold, sitting… Continue reading Simplicity
A lady all her own
My grandmother loved to dance, coffee with a lot of sugar, dogs. She was unafraid to speak up for herself no matter her age, was a great listener, and spent a ton of time on the telephone with friends. She loved college football, sweet-tea, the mini-series “The Thornbirds”. She loved to laugh, loved good gossip… Continue reading A lady all her own
Up and at it
This is what I tell my students: you never enter a moment where you don’t think you are going to achieve your objective. And you fight with everything you have to do just that. Finally, when everything else fails-you stop fighting. You find a new objective after you experience the realization of loss. This is… Continue reading Up and at it
down the drain
I am thinking about the word "damage". I am thinking about how that conjures up the image of a bombed out building. A package ruined in the mail. A mis-sewn pair of jeans. A limb that no longer functions in the full way a limb should.I think of loss. And I think of fear. I… Continue reading down the drain
Harvest Moon
My room-clean. Finally, finally (after what seems like forever) it twinkles back alight with candles. It feels mine. It is like last year but different. Things I took down and placed elsewhere are back where the belong on shelves. Some things are packed away in boxes. It is ok. Either way. I fight against my… Continue reading Harvest Moon
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