“General strike” is damn hard to pull off. I skipped the first call. I forgot about the walkout. So I decided to go for it January 30. Most of my students would be on a field trip, and I am completely caught up at work, so the only real cost to me was the day […]
Read More January 30, 2026It was a snowpacolypse. The late January 2026 ‘lypse. It was madness to go outside, but my friend with the four wheel drive got his car running, and we were off. I was wearing: regular underwear (sorry), two pairs of long underwear, a dress, a long skirt, a sweater, arm warmies, mittens, two wool hats, […]
Read More cold“Let’s see it,” I said the day after my student got his first tattoo. It was a nice grisly tattoo, suggesting to the viewer that death was not to be feared, though when I looked at it, lo, I felt fearful. “It hurt right here,” he said. “This part didn’t hurt. Look how it’s shaded.” […]
Read More offeringJanuary 6th always meant moving our Three Kings into our nativity scene. It meant sermons about how Jesus was for everyone, not just the people in that part of the world. (I would currently state that Christ is for everyone, though many people see Christ in trees, the Buddha, and their dogs.) I was pretty […]
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Going On 