Hello from the Office (in the house, that is), This morning when I woke up, it is often the case that I will close my eyes again and pray. I give thanks for the many blessings and people that are in my life that make my life such a wonderful thing. It is then theContinue reading “The Role of a Mentor”
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The Role of Art. Music, and Theatre in Life
Hello from the study, Yesterday I had the opportunity to speak with a former student, someone who cared for Lydia after I first left Wisconsin and someone I admire for so many reasons. She was shy and unsure of herself when I first met her in that freshman writing class, but she is now anContinue reading “The Role of Art. Music, and Theatre in Life”
When Pointing Fingers . . . Perhaps Only at Ourselves
Hello from the kitchen, The routine is set, at least for the most part. I get up and make my bed before I do almost anything else. I have been that way for most of my life, so that is nothing new. I walk to my bathroom, shower and get ready for my day. SometimesContinue reading “When Pointing Fingers . . . Perhaps Only at Ourselves”
Unexpected Opportunities
Hello from my kitchen table, I am back home and breakfast is in the oven, yet another version of a frittata. That will provide breakfast leftovers for a few days. My drive back yesterday was quiet, isolated, and uneventful – all good things. I took a somewhat circuitous route to get home driving through Virginia,Continue reading “Unexpected Opportunities”
Thinking about the Future
Hello from the Halfshell, While I am still in Cape Charles, I will be headed back to Bloomsburg tomorrow. I did have the opportunity to speak with Anton today, though it was strange to speak to him through Whatsapp and with a Danish phone number. He had slept almost 15 hours, but he spoke aboutContinue reading “Thinking about the Future”
From Days to Hours to Alone
Hello from a quiet Halfshell, I am sitting in the dining room and I have worked at the table or walked back and forth to the kitchen since getting up after about a 3 1/2 hours of sleep. I left the house last night with Anton for the Baltimore airport. It was raining and aContinue reading “From Days to Hours to Alone”
Just What Do We Have?
Hello from Strawberry Street, We made the decision to get closer to Baltimore for a Wednesday departure and yet, try to enjoy Anton’s last couple of days. It was almost like being in the twilight zone as we drove through metropolitan areas and saw no cars across 8 lanes of traffic for miles at aContinue reading “Just What Do We Have?”
Learning from a 17 Year Old
Hello from my kitchen, We are back to school, so to speak, though most of my work will occur at my kitchen counter, in my study, or somewhere in my house. I did go to my office one last time today to set up a watering system for my plants (both the ones in myContinue reading “Learning from a 17 Year Old”
At What Point?
Good early morning, At this point, that greeting might be the only consistent thing I am able to write in this latest blog. I am often up early, and I have been awake for the better part of an hour (it is 4:50 a.m.). Presently, I wonder what to read or how many sources toContinue reading “At What Point?”
When Silence is Complicity Rather Than Golden
Hello from Wilkes University on a Saturday, Earlier today I found a quote from the German Lutheran pastor, who was the subject of my dissertation. Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the martyred German theologian, who had the courage to stand up against the evils of worshiping the idol that Adolf Hitler had become to much of the GermanContinue reading “When Silence is Complicity Rather Than Golden”
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