April is the cruellest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ memory and desire, stirring/Dull roots with spring rain./ Winter kept us warm, covering/ Earth in forgetful snow, feeding/ A little life with dried tubers.” –T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land Well, Eliot certainly had a point about April. I mean I am an… Read More The Cruelest Season
My Dear Semicolon, As an English teacher, writer, and aficionado of language in general, I’d be lost without all of you, my dear marks of punctuation; I savor the subtle differences you tiny marks make in my writing. I try to love you all equally; however, I find that you, my dear oft misunderstood semicolon,… Read More My Dear Semicolon:
I’ve been behind on my blogging lately, and it isn’t because I’ve been watching the news. Today’s Prompt “Connect the Dots” on The Daily Post said, “Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.” In an world where sports updates and entertainment gossip are passed… Read More It’s Not News to Me
Well, today is my birthday, and I threw myself a party. A pity party. Carl and I had big plans today:We were swanning off to Asheville to embrace culture and have luncheon–It would be luncheon in Asheville; I eat lunch here–at any one of our favorite places, visit real bookstores, then pick up a few… Read More Childhood’s End?
Since my teaching year has started back, I’ve found myself in a bit of a dry spell, so I headed over to The Daily Post. For those of you who have never ventured over there, The Daily Post provides a wealth of ideas and advice for bloggers. Looking for some inspiration for a new post,… Read More Que Sera Sera… Sometimes