pieces

It feels natural to me to continually wish I were writing more, in this space and elsewhere. It’s been a while. But also, it’s now been two full years of contributions of monthly writing for…

writing teaches writing

When I started this project with the luxury of a sabbatical, I pictured what many others probably imagine. I would be sequestered away in an upstairs room — an image that now strikes me as…

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…