pots and pans
Yesterday we opened a box of pots and pans, shiny and new stainless steel. The lids are glass, so even when the cover is on light still pours in, reflects about and begs us not…
Category: personal essays
carrying Tycho
In our Intro Honors course, we’re reading The Things They Carried, with the introductory chapter by the same name. In that vignette, soldiers carry the burdens, literal and metaphorical, weighing them down. The heft of…
becoming
Tonight I was watching Grace as she was learning new takedowns, part of martial arts class. Her partner, same purple belt but contrasting long, dark hair to Grace’s short blonde cut, posed in a mirror…
how we met
The other day a local program was interviewing the writer of a book on marriage. I normally scoff at these, as well as other “advice” and “self-help” books on relationships, parenting, or personal fulfillment. Because…
on music, or the color of the colored part of the Wizard of Oz movie
I know I’m not alone being moved by or nostalgic about music. I sing along and turn up the volume when I’m alone in the car just like the rest of us. My heart swells…
on turning 10
Yesterday was Anna’s tenth birthday. Double digits, another “order of magnitude” as we say in my business, another interesting milestone. Anna’s birth always strikes me, especially when there’s snow on the ground and the memories…
sands of time
Recently, I’ve had lots of events — strange graphs, crying students, random memories — that should have spurred an entry with some lesson or moral, but no. So I went digging back through a folder…
The Joy of Teaching
The Joy of Teaching, orI Want to Run Away and Be a Rock Star Adam JohnstonWeber State University Nye/Cortez Banquet 17 April 2003 I am tremendously honored to have the opportunity to be here…