back to school
“Back to school” is a melodic phrase, a singsong kind of feeling that the first day evokes for me. It’s new clothes, bright eyes, early morning enthusiasm. It’s hope and promise and beginnings, even in…
“Back to school” is a melodic phrase, a singsong kind of feeling that the first day evokes for me. It’s new clothes, bright eyes, early morning enthusiasm. It’s hope and promise and beginnings, even in…
Like a lot of people, I’m trying to make sense of the eclipse. I understand the orbits and the geometry, and I knew there would be significance and novelty. But I wasn’t fully aware of…
When I was six years old, the path of a total solar eclipse’s shadow ribboned across my home, my hometown, and my elementary school. It’s stored in that dreamlike haze of longterm memory, but I…
It’s a funny thing, a “march” is. Where are you going, after all, and what do you do when you get there? A march, as we think of it nowadays, is never with the aim…
I teach a class where we start with a discussion about our definitions of the verb, “to learn.” I like this for a couple of reasons, not the least of which is the fact that…
I know I’m not alone in feeling overwhelmed and urgent. There are refugees and crises and rights and marches; there are proclamations and orders and lawsuits and commentators on the Sunday mornings. My feeds are…
I was asked to write an introduction to some of our state’s science materials. I was supposed to craft a description of the essence of all science in one page. Of course, that’s impossible. So…
It’s 7:30 AM on the Monday of finals week*, deep into the month of December. It isn’t yet light outside, and probably would seem even more dark except for the fact that there’s 8 inches…
I suppose this happens every year, but it feels more ridiculous each time. Although it’s not a true disaster, as I face the plunge into the final week of coursework I tell people that my…