My mother always tells me that I had to have gotten my artistic bent from my father because she was a woman of science and logic and he was full of shit and tall tales. Of course, she told me this not because she thought that I was full of shit and tall tales, but because she was continually astonished by the numerous and significant … Continue reading “The Last Woman”
There were photos in a box in the back of Simon’s closet: vividly colored cousins and grandparents from well before Simon’s parents had been born. Some were covered in ink—“graffiti,” he thought—and some were as bare and pristine as newborns. None of them had rings. The photos of his grandparents and parents were tech, not paper, and those were kept in the album in the … Continue reading “INK”
While the rest of the world counts January 1st as the time for “starting fresh,” those of us still entrenched in the world of academics follow the turning of the leaves as our cue to make changes. You and I–college students, adult learners–are beyond our primary and secondary years (some of us well beyond); we have chosen to grow and change and start fresh. This … Continue reading A Boy and His Coffee
