It’s interesting what we attach ourselves to and the meaning we ascribe to objects that somehow, over years, become important not in functionality but just in being.
The Fourth Witch
This is what happens when you read that Scottish play too many times.
In These Quiet Hours
It’s a summer morning and the house is quiet. My kids are still asleep and with no school or camp for today, they could very well sleep until noon. I sip my coffee and read the newspaper. Turn on my… Read More ›
Happy Freakin’ Birthday
Lately, the problem with birthdays is that they are just so…yearly. I always get philosophical on my birthday. You know, it’s another year on the planet. It’s a time to look back at everything I did or did not accomplish… Read More ›
I don’t have a desk and it’s starting to be a problem. Granted, I don’t think that having one would make me all that more organized and on top of my work. I mean, the idea of having neatly color-coded… Read More ›
A View of the Apocalypse
My laptop has been missing all day. At first, I figured that I misplaced it somewhere in my room. Or that one of my kids borrowed it. No worries. I didn’t even look that hard. After all, it will show… Read More ›
That One Book
There are two kinds of readers. The first is that precocious kid who was reading before pre-k. The kid whose parents didn’t know what to do because he had already read every book on the (enter grade level) curriculum and… Read More ›
O Captain! My Captain!
Robin Williams turned me into a teacher. Turned me onto poetry. Made me want to believe in the power of words and music. Granted, he didn’t write the screenplay for Dead Poets Society, but I doubt it could have been told… Read More ›
The Harry Potter Post
Seven years ago today, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was released to millions of waiting fans. I was one of them. A few years later, when the last Harry Potter film was released, I wrote a retrospective on what… Read More ›
Beach at Night
I went to the beach at night. There was something poetic about the whole thing. It played out in my head like a scene from a movie. Close-up of the protagonist, wind in her hair, staring out into the… Read More ›