Dispersed
I do stream of consciousness writing just about every weekday morning. I stumbled upon this entry from about a year...
I do stream of consciousness writing just about every weekday morning. I stumbled upon this entry from about a year...
I grabbed my loppers. I cut at its branches. I cut. I cut. I cut. It was violent. There’s no...
I have close to one hundred students this semester. I’m hearing all kinds of stories from them about how they...
As I pulled my creaking thirteen-year-old Ranger into the driveway, Kyra stepped onto the front porch holding a “Congratulations!” banner....
Yeah, so most of you did not do well on our first exam. And, I’ve got a few things to...
The changemaker space is in need of disruption. Like all other spaces, it has its gatekeepers – those who control...
Secrets are sneaky. They get out. Other people can pull them out. Here’s how it happened to me. It was...
So, the other night, I asked Dillon if he wanted to learn how to fight. Now, before I tell you...
“Man Up” still animates me. Granted no one has said that to me in a very long time. And, I’ve...
