in pain’s classroom
The month of November was shrouded in misery. Did teaching feel impossible because I was sick all month or was I sick all month because… Read More »in pain’s classroom
profusion
Okay, sulky self. You woke up still sick, but you might as well get out of bed. Put on your sneakers and your hat. The… Read More »profusion
a lesson from Lydia
This weekend I visited my family in Pennsylvania. I went down to see a CD release concert by Constant Recourse, Ben and Jess’s band. I… Read More »a lesson from Lydia
trees, sparrows & jackhammers
A few years back, I started walking the labyrinth at my school. In the midst of a bustling teaching day, taking ten minutes to walk… Read More »trees, sparrows & jackhammers
when Mom came to visit
When Mom came to visit we walked to the beach and stared at the waves. We spoke of mundane matters: an old friend who got… Read More »when Mom came to visit
the cure for unwanted weather
The cure for unwanted weather is immersion. You envisioned a scenic drive to New Hampshire but woke to interminable drizzle? Snap pictures from the driver’s… Read More »the cure for unwanted weather
keep watching
The day after David and I got engaged, I rode my bike out to Salem to walk a friend’s dog. A host of purple-gray clouds… Read More »keep watching
source
In honor of the new school year, I offer an essay I wrote last spring at a writing retreat offered by The Sun. Thanks to… Read More »source
play of light
Friday afternoon I found myself in a funk. I was home from school, a week’s worth of postponed, pleasant tasks stacked in my mind, and… Read More »play of light
freedom of the blank page
I’ve filled up dozens of journals over the past twenty-ish years, and in the first entry of each one I’m inclined to write how lovely… Read More »freedom of the blank page
the stillness of the room after a chapter of Ann Patchett
When we encounter beauty – when we open up and let it in – it can jumpstart our senses. I finish a chapter of Ann… Read More »the stillness of the room after a chapter of Ann Patchett
return of the moofie
Few people would set out to make moofies. I blundered into my first batch two weeks ago when I found myself with a bowl of… Read More »return of the moofie
summer slips away
I’ve been carrying the sadness of summer’s end on my shoulders like a shawl I’ll need in winter. More than any other season, summer intimates… Read More »summer slips away
messy desk zen
Today I will clean my desk. Since I live in a one-room studio, I endeavor to keep visible surfaces clutter-free. I rarely let my desk… Read More »messy desk zen
how to find your voice
Start as soon as you slide down the birth canal. Be loud and unaware. Alternate wailing with intent listening. Coo a little. Make all the… Read More »how to find your voice
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