My daughter, Madi, attached a smiling face emoji next to her text message: “Your phone is full of the backyard.” My other daughter commented, perhaps trying to humor me, “Wow, beautiful pic of the sunrise.” My wife added to the group text, “We can never move. He loves his backyard views.” They were responding to …
“Make sure you text me and let me know you made it there safe,” Lori told me. The frigid air was my uninvited companion as I quickly closed my car door and turned up the heater. Driving away, I pulled down the visor to shield the setting sun. I love teaching my night class, but …
We may come close to approximating our ideal or perfect day, but rarely if ever, do we get to live it. Even if we could have it, we would inevitably try and repeat it. And if realized, it would become a routine, ordinary day, spiraling into plain vanilla. Then, we would fantasize about a different …
“Where ya from?” I find myself asking that whenever I talk with people I don’t know. On the opening day of the classes I teach, I naturally ask it as I take attendance for the first time, “Where ya from?” One student is from London, England, another from the Congo, another from Cincinnati. A few …
My windshield wipers were scraping back and forth, trying unsuccessfully to clear the snow now accumulating quicker than the blades could clean that icy debris. I was squinting to make sure I was keeping in the center of my lane. My winter weather muscle memory was kicking in: no jerky movements with the steering wheel, …