
Je suis Paris
No words today. prayers and healing thoughts, shawna
No words today. prayers and healing thoughts, shawna
Out of respect for people like my mom and Mr. T–folks who love Thanksgiving (mom) and/or want one holiday at a time …
At the end of last semester, one of my students handed me a small, but weighty envelope. When I opened it, I …
I was ecstatic for a moment. I thought I had won the Christmas tree wager!! (The one where I bet the Christmas tree …
At the beginning of the semester, they give me sass. I hear the the sighs, see the eye rolls, catch the not-quite-under-breath whispers …
Starbucks launched the red cups and Target now drips with tinsel and lights. If you want a fast read to cut through …
Because I apparently like a gnawing feeling in my stomach, I asked Siri how many days are left in 2015. 54, she said. …
It’s day five of a ridiculous cleanse diet, during which I’ve babied a head cold. I’ve spent most of this week-o-fun grading papers and …
I dropped the F-bomb in class this week. No, not the one that autocorrect turns into ‘duck,’ but ‘feminism.’ I started the …
We set out in a new direction every week. Winding around campus. Meandering through quaint downtown streets. Attempting, for a minute anyway, to ford Big …