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Final update: 10:55 p.m. Awoke at 5:11 a.m. to make sure I had time to write, which I took full advantage of. This is what a typical morning is like for me when I’m able to get up early enough. I can only hope that getting in better shape (first workout today!) will give me…
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I did a dry run today of the photo aspect of my3*6*5, and I’m realizing already that the logistics for uploading the photos are extremely simple. I did not think this, though, as I pondered actually doing it. Really….not a big deal at all. I was dreading all of the little steps that seemed like…
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I have devised a new challenge for myself that I’ll be rolling out here on my blog, called my3*6*5… I know there are variations of this out there, including Project 365, which I believe in so very strongly…But I had to create something that suited my needs and still provided a solid challenge that will…
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A fellow writer and I have been responding, in words, to particular works of art. She chose “Rain Princess,” by Leonid Afremov, and I thought I’d share my response with all of you. The point of the exercise was to compose a 500-word “flash” draft, capturing your immediate impression of the piece. I must confess,…
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My day ended on Friday with a few of my students performing an impromptu and largely unintentional intervention. They gathered around my desk–again, unintentionally–and randomly offered some stern advice that I needed to take a breather, that Spring Break couldn’t come soon enough. They even offered that my tension had worn off on a few…
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Enjoy! This is my first film, and I know it’s a little rough…But I had a blast putting it together!
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Uh-oh. I found my old digital camcorder. It’s plugged in. Charging. Getting ready for. . . . A few days ago, one of my students, Jenna, posted a video on facebook that she made in my class while I was meeting with underclassmen. It’s not that it’s a great video–it is. But more than that,…
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Emily Davis was never a student of mine. I never even met her in all her young years as she changed the lives of so many while battling cancer. Yet, when she passed away five years ago on this day, I found myself mourning her death as if I had known her. But I did…
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I know that, for each of us, the title of this post means something a little different. And I am sure, as well, that nearly immediately after reading the title, you thought a little to yourself what that means: Returning home. For me, I did that yesterday morning, just a little after sunrise, on the…
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There’s an emptiness here that is heavier than I’ve ever felt. It’s just a little after 2:30, less than 24 hours after you died, Casey. I’m sitting here alone in our room, 701, that you and Kelsey called your own for so many years. No music plays, and I keep staring in the back area,…
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