Another good week

Fourth Sunday in Advent This was another good week. Because it had rest in it. Because I re-read Anne Lamott’s … More

Tired, but

I am tired. Though I write from a place of privilege and of safety, I am tired. Tired of feeling … More

I want to congratulate you on passing this course and achieving QTS in this uniquely difficult and strange year. None … More

About a month before my friend Pammy died, she said something that may have permanently changed me. We had … More

There’s an old Mel Brooks routine where the psychiatrist tells his patient, “Listen to your broccoli, and your broccoli … More

‘Listening to the cricket again?’ says the book. ‘I think I’ll join you.’ ‘What do you mean, ‘again’?’ I say. … More

‘Hullo,’ says the book. ‘I thought you had gone away.’ ‘I lied,’ says the book. ‘What are you going to … More

This blog would be nothing without its readers. Thank you to everyone who stopped by, made a comment or a … More

My blog post yesterday about the stationery thing provoked more responses than I ever imagined it would. Among the … More