This morning, I remember.
Like everyone else, we are adjusting.
And "something wonderful" does happen now and again.
Who teaches us how to behave and how do we understand that right to direct behavior?
The tasks of our daily life may provide a glimpse of our values, but so might our grammar.
The Reading Under the Gun (or RUG" was a timed writing assignment. I gave students a limited period of time, a short text, some provoking questions, and required them to write until I said stop. The assignment was worth five points. Even if you answered the questions wrong or went off topic, so long as [...]
My husband and I have a lot in common, things you can't see, and a couple you can. We once lived a half mile apart, and we graduated from the same large suburban public high school, though we did not meet until before my senior year. Our DNA is largely Northern European. Gary has more [...]
Bread is on the first rise downstairs and I meant to come upstairs and work on the new quilt. That was what I meant to do. I bake most days, and I do that because I enjoy baking. I took up cooking and baking while I was a teenager partially in contrast to my mother. [...]
We are early risers, getting up with the sun and preferring to be out on our walk while the sand is empty of people. This morning we could look south toward the Cape and see fog as if it were moving onshore. There was little light in the sky and only the faintest hint of [...]
How do you stop the hurt of having to breathe? —Toi Derricotte from The Telly Poems "His father would say, 'You are not good for your own sake. That probably isn’t even possible. You are good as a courtesy to everyone around you. Keeping a promise or breaking it, telling the truth or lying—these things [...]