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
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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
Lock down
I have made a mess of it. I have thrown it away. Hurled it really, right out the window. I have made of a go of it. I sat my heart down and said ‘you may or may not be ready but you are going there.’ And I did it. I went. I have made… Continue reading Lock down
I got here early…
There is nothing quite different about the lobby. I think at one point there were tables that Drew and I would sit at and split a Dr. Pepper and chicken soup with tons of crackers while we ran lines. But otherwise, 10 years later, it is the same. Oh, the students have changed of course.… Continue reading I got here early…
Zippy Autumn
It’s chilly October, the leaves are in the gutters. No one can say they didn’t warn you. It comes every year, (you should know this by now)-the falling of it all. Don’t you think often of the time before? When falling leaves and broken banisters and chipping paint were someone else’s problem.All you had to worry about was how… Continue reading Zippy Autumn
An ode to sisters
Home says 'Hi', Mackenzie. The sun winks past the window looking for you inside our room. The breeze tickles the wind chimes in the crepe myrtle to call you out to play. The grass stays short longing for you to lay on your towel with a magazine and your journal. Even the treadmill misses you.… Continue reading An ode to sisters
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