Archive for January, 1997

You Never Know.

You never know. Things happen in the strangest places in the strangest ways when you are least expecting it. It’s about 5:00 a.m. I desperately want to meander the dark streets, but because of a silly pain in my neck, my lovely and controlling DI, has ordered me “restricted to barracks.” So, here I am, [...]

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Teaching IS Love

Cold. Cold. Cold. Brrrrrr! It is, however, a civilized cold. Only 23 degrees, not like in Baltimore where I was Friday and the wind chill was a savage and windy 25 degrees below zero! Though bundled up in walking grubbies that doubled my weight, the real protecting antifreeze this morning were very warm thoughts about [...]

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Next Play

To listen to myself. That’s why I walk the streets in the wee hours of the pre-dawn mornings: to keep an appointment with myself that is as serious as any other on my daily calendar, to allow myself to enter and walk inside my inner space. It’s my “just to….” time to be in my [...]

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“Why do I have to take ….”

These are hectic times at VSU. It is the beginning of the Quarter. Courseless students are aimless wandering the halls, standing outside faculty offices, crowding departmental offices, hat in hand, heads drooped, palms extended, begging, “A course. A course. Kind sir could you give this poor wretched soul a course?” “A class for the needy.” [...]

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The Classroom Should Be A Cathedral

I was cleaning out an attache case in my study just now that I hadn’t used in quite a while. I get into these housekeeping fits only on the rarest occasion–usually under the duress of a stern ultimatum from my laser-eyed Susan. Anyway, inside the case I found a crumpled napkin from a pub in [...]

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Wonder and Hope

Well, I got up early this morning bright-eyed an bushy tailed even though it was only five hours into the new year. I put on my walking grubbies, opened the door and got hit by a blast of hot hair. My first walk of the new year and it was warm as hades. I can [...]

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