It’s the end of the grading term at school, the students are frantically trying to finish the rough drafts of their research papers, I’m faced with grade reports – so I spent my free period reading poetry. This morning as I left the house, I picked up my well-worn copy of Poems to Live By:…

I feel least like a teacher when I turn in the grades and distill the interactions with my students to one single letter plus or minus after weeks of asking them tomake their offerings take their chancesall too quickly all that matters isone letter to somehow sum it up to go on their permanent recordnot…

I’ve been mulling over one sentence that I carried away from the Evening with Garrison Keillor the other night. I remember much more of the evening, but his closing word on one story has stayed with me in a more disquieting way as I have wondered how to write about it. He told us about…

It’s been almost a year since I stepped out of a professional kitchen to return to teaching. Though I still cook daily at home and for friends, I’m not doing quite the volume I once was. One of the biggest changes I’ve noticed is in my hands. Because of the prep work – dicing onions,…

John 3:1-17 was the lectionary passage today: Jesus’ encounter with Nicodemus. One phrase in their conversation, which was translated in the King James as “born again,” has been a dividing qualifier of sorts in Christianity, unfortunately. Besides being born again (as in “one more time”), it can also be read as “born anew” (recreation with…

After I finished writing what follows here, I decided I needed to write a brief preface. I don’t usually do so, but I also don’t get specifically political very often. I am troubled by the bombings that began today because of what it says about who we think we are and who are choosing to…

I came across this post by Tim Suttle tonight over at The Huffington Post and, as I read down, found one of my favorite Annie Dillard quotes: God asks nothing, and demands nothing, like the stars. It is a life with God which demands these things. You do not have to do these things unless…

“Works of art are not born in flashes of the imagination, but in daily fidelity.” — Albert Camus (quoted in Stephen Dunn’s Walking Light) The beginning of pollen season is killing me here. I found the above quote as I was reading Dunn’s book and waiting until it was time to take my next Benadryl….

the lingering light of springloses to the descending darkdespite our best efforts to hold the night at bay (there’s no way around it) the only way to daylightis to live through till dawnwhich all works fine untilI tell you this is metaphor (it is a poem, after all) the dark is undauntedthe dawn’s in no…

One of the photographs of Jesus I keep in the wallet of my mind is of him looking out over Jerusalem. The sun is burning the last bits of blueout of the Palestinian sky as it sets, making room for the night. There is enough light to see the tearsrunning down his cheeks as hetalks…