on being and dying while here?

The world kills us all in the end, I believe, so I write to cheat death of its winnings. But what happens when words can’t capture the pain or loose …

on learning the lessons at one’s feet

For the 37 years prior to 11.12.13/0014h, my days have proceeded thus: wake up, get up, work, fulfill duties (to children, spouse, animals, friends, and strangers), work some more, fulfill …

on meeting the world sans salves

Some of the best tools that we have for intellectually meeting the world (disciplined writing and analysis) are the very worst for engaging it ethically or morally or for requiring …

on learning/teaching and vulnerability

While watching a small black kitten socialize a grumpy old orange cat a few days ago—on a break from preparing my course materials for fall—I began to ponder the uneasy …

on blogs and being while here

In the reliable hurdy gurdy that life has now become, the idea of beginning a blog still unsettles me. First off, let me admit to some befuddlement. I am not sure …