I. I wrote letters in high school to a kid named Eugene (Gene for short). I’d met him at a summer track camp I attended between my sophomore and junior year of high school. Ours wasn’t a romantic relationship and he wasn’t my boyfriend and I didn’t want … Continue reading Notes on Notes: Scribbling Love
The temperature here keeps fluctuating between “dead of winter” cold to a hint of warmth signalling early spring. Yesterday, I noticed the forecast calling for mixed rain and snow tonight, and possibly snow next week. I see no sign of this in the sunshine floating through my home office window at … Continue reading Different and Special and Quiet
Back when The Malarkey Bin was a privatized blog whose readership included only a few select friends, most of whom actually knew me in real life, I had a whole lexicon for my folks that began with the prefix “Mealy.” This came from my own … Continue reading Ode to the MealyDad
Today, the students in one of my composition classes asked me “if I wrote.” I told them I was currently writing a dissertation. They asked what a dissertation was. I told them it was kind of like a book, but one that typically sucks because … Continue reading What a Dissertation Feels Like
“I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.”– Tennyson, In Memoriam My alma mater back home lost two faculty members this fall– two professors that … Continue reading In Memoriam
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