It took a while, but she looked in the mirror Then she glanced at the license for my name A smile seemed to come to her slowly It was a sad smile, just the same… suggested Harry Chapin in his lyrical and poignant 1972 “60 % biographically true” song about
A buddy of mine did some amateur boxing before his laid up his gloves and devoted himself to plodding along in the dark with us. Our exercise—running—admittedly doesn’t have a great deal to recommend it, but we do manage to avoid being punched in the face on a given day.
I could not help but overhear one of my neighbors having a lengthy dispensation with their 40-pound, brown, boxer mix: “We’ve spoken about this before, Ignatius,” she began. “How many times do I have to tell you not to pull so hard on your leash? You know I hurt my
“I wasn’t sure what book you might prefer so I picked a book I was certain I had enjoyed” suggested my high school English teacher who has been blessed with the exquisite task of describing an enticing read to the 11th graders. For younger participants of this blog, I hasten
Five adolescent friends in thigh-high waders are standing in a shallow river in Montana. Allen is focused on the gear, fascinated by the lures he has spent hours creating. He marvels at the flies he has fashioned, how realistic they look. He wonders how the trout perceive his handiwork, whether
One of my community college students cheated on my take-home writing assignment. Rather than penning 500 words about a 20th century short story as I had asked, he wrote about a 2000-year-old drama. Another clue that he was trying to hoodwink his instructor was that he copied the critique of
“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in” suggested Robert Frost in “The Death of the Hired Man” during a time in our country’s history when family residences changed infrequently. “I live in the same house where my granddaddy was born” is
A high school senior is explaining to her father where she intends to apply to college, how she is refining her search criteria. The student feels strongly that under no circumstances will she apply to Arizona State University. At 65,492 undergraduate students ASU is waaay too big, she says. A
Don’t get me wrong. I’m crazy about the athletic trainers in my gym. I can’t imagine a more committed, supportive bunch of folks. From what I can tell they are sufficiently knowledgeable about kinesiology, physiology and a host of other arcane topics. They could explain anatomy, training, circulation, nutrition or
Are you better or worse than you were four years ago is the perennial kudzu of politics implying, I suppose, that our elected officials are perfectly responsible for the worldwide economy in general and what goes into our shopping carts in particular. I am committed to writing about parenting rather
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