Posted in daily-life, family, life, life-in-general on May 15, 2008 | No Comments »
…which you’d think would have been obvious before.
1. If you live on a dirt road in a particularly windy geographical area, you will be dusting much more often. Much, much more often. Particularly in warm weather, when the windows are open.
2. Goats are great for eating weeds. But they don’t know the [...]
Posted in daily-life, life on May 10, 2008 | No Comments »
I woke to a misty sky and snow-covered ground, though it was in the 60s just yesterday.
Once the sun had made its way through the haze, brightening the trees and tinting our dirt road yellow, the snow began to melt and disappear.
Before it had gone completely, more snow was falling.
The sun eventually turned the snow [...]
Posted in blogging, life, writing on January 2, 2008 | 4 Comments »
If you have followed this blog at all, you’ll have noticed the recent sudden drop in new posts. You’ll also recall that I’ve posted a few times about my struggle to balance blogging with wifing and parenting and home schooling and writing and teaching high school.
I have never been a gifted multi-tasker. As [...]
Posted in life, teaching on December 16, 2007 | 14 Comments »
I have a bright, articulate student whose ability to think abstractly and express his opinions has occasionally left me speechless.
He is failing my class.
He has no less than five zeros in my gradebook for this past quarter alone. The assignments he has turned in lately have been way below par (one was less than [...]
Posted in christianity, life on December 6, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Have you ever noticed that hope can actually be painful?
One of my students turned in a writing assignment last week that positively broke my heart. She is a brilliant young writer, one with passion and earnestness and an astonishing gift for expressing herself. To protect her identity (some of my students have happened across my [...]
Posted in family, life, love, marriage on November 27, 2007 | 4 Comments »
She teetered out onto the wet rocks, groping behind her with one hand to grasp the hand of her son. In her other hand, she clutched a cardboard box tightly to her chest.
Those of us who’d stayed on the shore held our collective breath, not exhaling until she’d reached the outermost rock, the one [...]
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