When Hate Gut Punches Hope

Fear and hate are ripping and unraveling the fabric of humanity. The fabric isn’t made up of one color or type of thread, but many, many—and it is woven into a radiant, magnificent tapestry…a single, beautiful tapestry of humanity. But when horrifying incidents like the recent attacks on Paris slash at it, the tapestry risks getting shredded to pieces. Continue reading “When Hate Gut Punches Hope”

Something That I Used to Know

Gone are the days when I would sit in a darkened theater to watch movies in order to analyze and write about them for a grade. (Those were…the days.) I loved the flicker of the projector as I was whisked into yet another story of suspense, or love, or…body snatching. Continue reading “Something That I Used to Know”

10 Lessons a Puppy Teaches

We recently added a new member to our family. His name is Duke. He was in the foster care system, saved from a rough beginning in Alabama, and now he’s all ours. Yes, as the title indicates, he’s our new puppy, and that makes us a three-dog home. Continue reading “10 Lessons a Puppy Teaches”

My Own Personal Catcher in the Rye

Slightly over a month separates the anniversary of my dad’s death and the remembrance of his birthday. This week he would have turned 94, and I often find myself wondering what kind of “old man” he would have been. Continue reading “My Own Personal Catcher in the Rye”

When the Wolves Decide What’s Best for the Sheep

How one suburban Illinois board of education is illustrating a major problem in education.

Back when I taught and I would be introduced to someone as a high school English teacher, I almost always got one of two responses: Oh, you’re a saint—I don’t know how you do it or Must be nice to get out at 3:30 and have summers off…

The disparity in respect for the teaching profession is nothing new— Continue reading “When the Wolves Decide What’s Best for the Sheep”

It All Adds Up

Brace yourself for some TMI. I’m half Italian, and that half knows how to grow hair. Really well. Like so well that I shave my legs every day. As I was shaving recently, I got to thinking about how much time I have cumulatively spent doing this over the course of my life.

I know you’re dying to know the answer. And I know this is not hyperbole. Because you care. Continue reading “It All Adds Up”