68 Days, Yes.

Being in winter– unlike living in California or being a character in a Katy Perry video– it makes you patient, and resilient, and everything else I hate to get, but love to be. Especially: peaceful, having had it out with all your messes. Deep spiritual thought: Peace is more important than all justice; and peace […]

70 Days

Can you believe it, there are only 70 days left until spring. Maybe you can believe it. It’s just a number. Anecdotes: Today two of my students looked up at me suddenly and said, “You scared me!” like they didn’t expect me to be standing next to them looking at their work although I am, […]

An open letter to the ladybug I found on my window and now believe has been living in my room for two months, written after I have been watching “Homeland” all morning:

I see you there. I know you know who I am. So let’s go on. No, I know you can’t always rely on me to have foliage for you to hide in on the shelf, I sometimes let things get a little dry up there. No, I don’t think anyone made you. You’re good. So […]

Treehouse

Uncle Fran’s house was a treehouse. A glamorous treehouse. It made me think Omaha was glamorous, if you can believe that. My grandparents’ house, there was never anything pretty about it. It was comfortable, it was a good place to hang out, but there was nothing glamorous about it. My grandparents moved, lived in three […]