For the last several days I have been changing the profile picture on my Facebook page as I shuffled through some pictures of my childhood. I don’t remember all of the situations, or even all the locations beyond a generality, but I do recognize myself in a more profound way than just seeing a younger…
I am old enough to remember buying Simon and Garfunkel’s record Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme when it came out in 1966. It’s the one that had (besides the title track) “Homeward Bound” and “The 59th Street Bridge Song” and a couple of lesser known ones that became favorites of mine: “For Emily, Wherever I…
today there was not enough light to light the morning skybefore I got to work to help my student seethe error of his ways to last till the end of the afternoonfor me to get home before dark to burn away the cloudsof grief that cover our house so we sat together on the couchsurrounded…
Sunday night I went over to the Pinhook, one of local bars, for the Fifth Birthday Celebration for Bountiful Backyards, our friends who helped create our little urban foodscape at our house. They do awesome work and I was happy to go and celebrate with them. The other reason for the evening is they are…
The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes . . . (Mary Oliver, “Poem”) My father-in-law, Reuben Brasher, would have been eighty-one tomorrow; Wednesday marks eight weeks since he died. I miss him. poem, too I think the Spirit liked to dress up like Reuben:every ounce of his…
Look wherever you can find the information and you will find that our Sunday morning service at Pilgrim United Church of Christ begins at 10:30. Though it is not written down anywhere, most everyone in the room knows the service ends at 11:30, which is when it is time for coffee hour and whatever else…
Tomorrow I will play the prophet for the second time this Advent, and for something like the twentieth Advent in a row. Since our church follows the Common Lectionary (does that mean there’s an “uncommon” one?), the scripture passages ascribed to each Sunday follow a three year cycle. This is Year B, which is my…
it began as a ployto get them to finishtheir vocabularywho could blame meon a high schoolfriday afternoon “if you finishyour assignmentwe’ll go to caribou” –they made quickwork of exercisesalready past due and we walked across the parking lot to our latteswith the novelswe carried as coverto fool the front desk we sat in a squaresipping…
This afternoon, I went with our math teacher and the twelve kids that make up our little high school to a machine shop which is owned by the parents of one of the students. The teacher wanted the kids to go so they could see that math gets used in the real world. I went…
public instruction as I drove yesterday to theDepartment of Public InstructionI imagined a building filled with finger-pointing people telling other people what to do and how to do itI was going to be toldwhat I needed to do to getmy state teacher’s licensethe security guard instructedme to take the first leftthe man in the licensure…