I choose a particular stall in the woman’s rest room at Holmes Student Center, where I take those few private minutes to relieve myself. When students stand me up or we finish…
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The other night, when I walked the dogs it was so dark and so still, I could almost touch the air. Wind, trucks on the main road, jets over head,…
I was talking on the phone with Hal Fickett about what to do next with social media. I hired him a few weeks ago to keep me focused because my…
One of my biggest dreams is coming true today. I’m sitting down to my novel, The River Caught Sunlight, reading through my editor’s edits. I have longed for years to…
Yesterday a friend posted that he felt dread, the horror that something terrible was about to happen. I wonder if this is how animals feel when the pressure changes in…
I’ve avoided my quiet time, for time on Facebook, hoping to pick up crumbs that might set my day straight better than the terror I’m finding there. Often I find…
The hoar frost drifted off the trees this day, this rest day I had worked hard to earn by reading student work on the computer pretty much from afternoon through…
Some people say signs in the sky say something about what God is up to–hope or his sacrifice or judgement. I don’t know about that, but the gift to me…
The drifts were long fins, that reminded me of Cadillacs or the long ridges you see out west, called the same. The wind had drawn the snow along the ice…