Tag Archives: #effort

What Might Have Been

Hello from my small, but comfortable space at the Magee. As I ponder the avenues that are in front of me, and as some of you know, the first 18 months of retirement have been a rollercoaster, I find myself also looking at the paths I have traveled, the choices made, and the consequences ofContinue reading “What Might Have Been”

Every Silence Screams Volumes

Hello on a rainy and somewhat foreboding fall day, During the night I heard the rain steadily pelt my window, sounding more like sleet, something yet to come (perhaps sooner than I desire) as we move into November. As I sit in Starbucks in the library doing work, or attempting, I am struggling with formulasContinue reading “Every Silence Screams Volumes”

Simultaneously Living and Dying

Hello from Starbucks, I have been working on a wedding homily for a former student as well as working to acclimate back to a time zone six zones different than the last month. All in all, the first is completed and the second is in process. While there is certainly an element of being clichéContinue reading “Simultaneously Living and Dying”

Our Propensity for Drama

Good morning very early Wednesday morning, After an incredibly wonderful, though a bit chilly and wet New Year’s Eve, it seems in spite of vaccinations and a good coat and scarf, I have managed to become one of the numbers (statistics) of which I wrote in my last blog. I have been the majority ofContinue reading “Our Propensity for Drama”

What is in a Decade? (and I have not forgotten about hope)

Hello from my study.  Somehow I thought I wrote an entire paragraph or two before I went to a meeting, but I guess I have lost it. I think it was because I had not saved and then closed some windows. That is not the first technological snafu I have accomplished or preformed today, soContinue reading “What is in a Decade? (and I have not forgotten about hope)”

Fearing the Unknown

Good morning, Is early morning as I begin to write this, it’s not quite 4:00 a.m. and I am sitting in Hazelton out in the street because I’m early and I do not want to get the Galáns up before they’re ready. I am headed to the airport to fly back to Wisconsin. This isContinue reading “Fearing the Unknown”