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I’ve got nothing…nothing to say. Plenty to do but nothing to say. Really? Am I simply tired? Certainly that. Switching times–on/off daylight savings–wreaks havoc with my sleep scheduled. No matter how “zen” I try to be about the process, I … Continue reading →

I thought it would compel me to write. Like so many of the accessories and paraphernalia that we buy to surround ourselves with enticements that promise to lure us into that inspirational state (accoutrements). The Mont Blanc pen that begs … Continue reading →

I thought it would be a good idea to commit to National Novel Writing Month this year. It’s been a long time since I dedicated myself to writing–whether taking an online class or working on a publication. I mean I’ve … Continue reading →

I struggle with the do-gooders: the travelers to “third-world” countries who dig ditches by hand and plaster walls with purple hand prints representing Weber pride. The white saviors who bestow their blessings upon those in need. And this tragic story … Continue reading →

We’ve been talking about death. “We” meaning my kids, my husband, and me. And by “death” I mean the lure of it, the desire not to live anymore. At 2:43 a.m., my daughter sent me this article, I am not … Continue reading →

They arrived about three weeks ago. Now they’re performing their aerial dive-bombing maneuvers. Every three dives or so they stop for some sugar water. Recharging their tiny bodies with liquid energy. I sit on my deck, sipping red wine, typing … Continue reading →

Reconnecting with folks from 18 years ago and realizing how much I miss the scholarship, the immersion in pedagogy, the camaraderie of TC faculty, the focus on cool stuff. Administration has worn me down. To be continued….

A ladybug lives in my bathroom. Occasionally I check to make sure she’s still alive: has she moved from the corner in the ceiling? has she sampled the raisin I left in the window sill? I hope the cat doesn’t … Continue reading →

In 2002 I lost my mind. I was doing the dinner dishes. A pile of recycling had accumulated on the counter and threatened to spill into the sink and onto the floor. Yogurt containers, beer cans, an egg carton. I … Continue reading →

The second meaning: accustom (someone) to managing without something on which they have become dependent or of which they have become excessively fond. “the doctor tried to wean her off the sleeping pills” synonym: disengage I’m in my second week … Continue reading →