Jesse and I are in line at IKEA waiting to pay for two chairs and some plaid pillows, a few extra dishes to replace the ones that’ve chipped, and I am reading Henry VI Part 2 out loud to him. “OK, so there are three guys in this scene: Saye, Cade, and Dick.” I pause, and look around to see… View Post

I woke up Thursday, January 21, 2021 determined to live Amanda Gorman’s “The Hill We Climb” poem. I was going to be brave enough to see and be light. I was on the look out for the emergence of the battered and the beautiful – both in myself and in others. I promised to think about what just redemption was… View Post

Before that though, she was a redheaded girl, and we both had the same pair of red buckled shoes. We walked to Kindergarten together, and all the grades through sixth grade. She had a dog named Gandalf, and I knew he was named after someone or something literary and old, but that’s all I knew. I was afraid of Gandalf…. View Post

Turns out, reading Shakespeare is humbling, especially when some of us have problems with Roman numerals and end up reading the wrong story. It’s all good. I’m caught up, and reading about the right king. You would think though, given his writing chops, ol’ Billy could’ve named some of these here kings differently. Read about the mild catastrophe here.

The challenge was this – if Hadley wanted SnapChat, the bane of my existence, she needed to do the following: 1. Read for 30 days, 2. Exercise for 30 days, and 3. Do something creative for 30 days. I won’t get into whether she fulfilled the challenge to my exact specifications. I will say that I am tired. Exhausted, really…. View Post