Posts Tagged: musing
Still here. You too. There was one you that left. Negative space. I worried it like a kid who’d lost a tooth. Felt the missing piece of me. But you’re still here. You’ve been here all along with your arm
Images taken from London Deanery, “Some Theory” in regards to course development and assessment. This leads to discussion on Boyer’s redefinition of scholarship, but that’s another post. (What’s good for the goose is good for the gander…or student and professor).
Been missing that daily thing. A year from now I may wonder what was happening in the interstices. Chris and Erin got married. That was a big deal. At work there are a tremendous amount of things going on, of
Weak. The picture of an Amazon self does not match the woman in the mirror. I am mortal and aging. This does not imply a surrender to gravity nor a rounding of all the edges. Maybe the goal is to
but this sleeping thing is so good. It’s a bit like being a newborn. When babies have too much stimulus, they just close their eyes and shut down. They let it all go so they can process what they’ve got.
Trains and planes and cars and buses characteristically evoke a certain attitude of blue – unless you have a suitcase and a ticket and a passport and the cargo they are carrying is you I can hear the train. Whenever
4. Every sentence must do one of two things-reveal character or advance the action. –8 Tips on How to Write a Great Story, Kurt Vonnegut So at this point, the wake up call has happened. She is 49 years, 8
‘Oh, don’t go on like that!’ cried the poor Queen, wringing her hands in despair. ‘Consider what a great girl you are. Consider what a long way you’ve come to-day. Consider what o’clock it is. Consider anything, only don’t cry!’
Never liked that disconnected feeling of too much alcohol. Maybe being one who favors the right brain anyway, the now, the interconnectedness of it all – having a little less of my already back seat driving left brain isn’t such