"Out of hopeful green stuff woven..."
"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Stadium Tree
Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Running Out of Air
1 April 2025: Got to hear a former student read from her debut novel on campus this evening. Another chance to just marvel at how lucky I am to get to do what I do.
Monday, March 31, 2025
Must be "A Rose for Emily" Day...
Sunday, March 30, 2025
Saturday, March 29, 2025
First visitor...
Friday, March 28, 2025
Just ahead...
Thursday, March 27, 2025
Wednesday, March 26, 2025
Tuesday, March 25, 2025
Getting closer...
Monday, March 24, 2025
We have a tracking notice!
Sunday, March 23, 2025
Back After This
Saturday, March 22, 2025
Breakfast with some of my favs...
Friday, March 21, 2025
Convention, Day 2
21 March 2025: One of those days that flew by but also feels very long. But what a fun one! College students are the best (esp. English majors, duh) and Tim is the best.
Thursday, March 20, 2025
Convention Time!
20 March 2025: Writing this from my hotel room in Pittsburgh after a great first day at the Sigma Tau Delta Convention. Our students are so terrific and spending time with them is such a joy.
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
"Spring in the mischief in me"
19 March 2025: Crazy-busy day, but not a bad one. Been working non-stop with probably about an hour's more work to go before I let myself call it. At the same time, Frost's line from "Mending Wall" (in this post's title) has been in my head on and off all day. Part of the reason is that I taught the poem in ENGL 204 today.
Beyond that, though, the idea of mischief (fueled by the transition to my favorite season) has been kind of fueling my attitude (in good ways).
Anyway, this isn't the most thought-out or eloquent post, I know. (See above--so much more to do, "miles to go before I sleep," to borrow even more from Frost.) But it's enough to "count" for my daily post and get my butt back to work!