Spirits Move
I don’t know a better way to describe God than the spirit that moves. I was seeking to be...
I don’t know a better way to describe God than the spirit that moves. I was seeking to be...
My wife’s toes nudge my calf. I come to from some dream I can’t remember. The dog is whimpering in...
I’d like to re-classify my professional role. Teacher. I don’t like the stereotypes that surface. I think of a nun...
“This is it then,” he said, both children on his knee. He felt trapped and free in equal measure, like...
It was during a faculty meeting that an educational researcher first delivered me the unfortunate news: I am a...
Sober anniversaries make me squirrelly, and I’m finally beginning to understand why. Today marks 9 years clean and sober. That...
My sober anniversary is this week. Time for coffee and cake, hugs and handshakes. More importantly, it’s time to remember where...
My routine has changed. Tree limbs falling through car roofs will do that to a man (See “Murphy’s Law”). Miranda...
“You better calm down. You’re on the road to timeout dude.” He hears my wife. I know he does because...
The Greeks knew human nature well, deifying the characteristics most archetypal to the human experience. They flocked to Apollo’s shrine...
