I asked our students to engage in some self-reflection this week: think about yourself last August, when school started, and think about yourself today. How have you grown? What’s different?
Continue reading “525,600 minutes etc., etc.”
On April 27, 2009, I was sitting at my desk on the 26th floor of a building in lower Manhattan, surrounded by a view of the entire harbor. It was clear and sunny, and from where I sat the Statue of Liberty was in my direct line of sight. Continue reading “It’s that time of year, again!”
The thing I never did successfully with California was let go. I flew off to New York for college in 2003 from tiny, 2-gate Long Beach airport, completely underdressed and underwhelmed by what was about to occur. Continue reading “On letting go: A study”
Last Saturday marked the year anniversary since my grandma died and it was in some ways exactly what I expected. Memories started washing over me as early as the week before, when Facebook reminded me what I was doing the Monday before Memorial Day, 2016. I quickly learned how to adjust that feature’s date range. Continue reading “To hell with what “they” say”
I walked into a pub in Gettysburg famished and cold, hoping they had French onion soup on the menu. The Black & Gray had been recommended to me by the hotel receptionist (“They have all these burgers on the menu named after Confederate generals and depending on which one you order, it’ll come with a Confederate or U.S. flag!”). Continue reading “Gifts from the Debs”
Almost one year ago, I wrote here that by the time our lease was up this year, I would be ready to move on from NYC. Continue reading “I’m Less Itchy, Now”
I’m headed to Minnesota on Tuesday, and will be there for two weeks, unless something gets better.
The cancer that’s in her lungs isn’t in her bones, but there is cancer in her bones — at least it’s described as a cancer on various medical websites, including the definitive cancer.org. But it can progress into acute myeloid leukemia, and is more prone to do so in older patients, and those afflicted with the kind of myelodysplastic syndrome that affects both red and white blood cell counts — which are both boxes my grandma checks. Continue reading “Home, Part One of Indefinite”
