"Martha's Lady," again...

10 March 2026: “...life was such a passion and happiness of service that it was impossible not to be devout." --Jewett, "Martha's Lady"

I am getting ready to teach this story again for the first time since 2018, I think. Found myself tearing up all through it for so many reasons. It's achingly beautiful.

Smelling the sweet air...

9 March 2026: Long and busy day (but a good one!). An HLC team was on campus today for a mid-cycle review which meant three separate meetings--in addition to the usual slate of teaching and office hours. But that all went well--with the weather getting points for mood-lifting and energizing vibes. 

Despite the fact that I have a lot of work to get done tonight, I am so pleased to be home, changed into comfy clothes (after a nice bath!), and sitting here grading, watching Bob's Burgers, and smelling the sweet fresh air coming through the open windows. Literally just stopped, closed my eyes, and breathed it in.

And it's still bright out. 

I know yesterday's post was similar, but my goodness: I needed all of this. 

Springing forward...

8 March 2026: Grading ENGL 102 essays (not too bad!) with the windows open while Bob's Burgers reruns play on the TV. Jo, who has been moving between the window and my chair/lap, is settled on the ottoman. Though most of the day was kind of cloudy, the sun is shining now--noteworthy because it's after 6:00 p.m.

So yeah: loving this time change and the spring vibes (though I know we aren't done with chilly weather--and I know tomorrow morning will be rough). 

Home again...

7 March 2026: Got home around 7:00 tonight, almost exactly 36 hours after leaving. It's been a long day and a half, but everything went as well as it could.

I don't think I've ever been to a funeral where the people who talked did a better job creating a perfectly precise and moving depiction of their loved one. There was a single false note. Just a wonderful set of remarks about a very loved man who lived a heck of a life. 

Road trip partner...

6 March 2026:

[Catch-up post...]

Drove up to NY with Erin for Troy's funeral. We've made too many of these trips together lately, but I couldn't ask for a better co-pilot. Somehow we talk the whole time, but it never feels forced. On these last three trips (to see my dad when he was sick, to go back up for his funeral, and now this one), we've literally laughed and cried. We talk stuff out, think through things out loud, and work through big emotions. 

Basically, this is a baby sister appreciation post. Very blessed to have her in my life. 

When you look up...

5 March 2026: ...and this little face is looking back you? That makes a work-from-home day even better.

"Two Friends"

4 March 2026: Had a blast teaching Mary Wilkins Freeman's "Two Friends" in my seminar today, particularly its structure, what it leaves unsaid (and perhaps why), and the ways that "friend" is such a beautifully capacious word.

"I Was There to Hear Your Borning Cry"

3 March 2026: 

   

This morning, I came across the program from my dad's funeral services. My eyes went to the lyrics for this hymn, which we sang at the end. I can remember those moments so clearly, feeling comfort on his behalf--the Lord had him now--and incredible sadness for us, who didn't have him anymore.

This morning, I once again found myself crying at both its reassuring beauty and the ache that remains in his absence.

Crying again hours later, typing this, thinking about yet another funeral this weekend, this one for Troy.

So much in the world is (still) so very hard. I mean, my God, another war? 

The Lord is here for us, though, and has been since the beginning.

"This human life"

2 March 2026: 

"...But from the inside 

this life feels enormous, unlimited 

by the self—by selfness—"

Grateful to come across this Maggie Smith poem in my "Poem-a-Day" email. Sometimes I think about the vastness Smith writes about here and then wonder about the vastness in others. 

It seems to me one of the great projects--responsibilities, even--of living is acknowledging that vastness in others. Getting glimpses of it is often one of life's great pleasures. 

(This is also why the two most recent papers I've been working with my students on--profiles--are so rewarding.)

"On the Dark Side"

1 March 2026: Just saw that Eddie and the Cruisers is streaming on Pluto TV. My dad always loved that movie and the hit from it: "On the Dark Side." 

Listening to it now and thinking of him. Makes me cry and it makes me smile. 

First open window in months...

28 February 2026: I have to close them soon as the evening draws near, but temperatures in the mid-60s today have made for a couple of open windows and a couple of very happy cats. 

Come on, spring!

Ciao Pasta

27 February 2026: Very excited to have found a new restaurant: Ciao Pasta in Hagerstown. Fresh, real Italian food. A perfect dinner after seeing the fun-enough-but-not-great Scream 7.

Farewell to Tracy...

26 February 2026: Our wonderful registrar's retirement reception was today. She's been such a steady presence during all of my time at Shepherd. I'll miss her a great deal. 

She told me, "I guess it's up to you to keep things on track now..." Ha! 

Legacies...

25 February 2026: Today I was working with Grady, one of my English 102 students, on his essay. It's a profile of Matt, the coach of his mountain biking team. Grady is working out how best to make the point he wants to make: that Matt has impacted so many lives. Coaching, of course, is a kind of teaching. 

And that had me thinking about teaching in general. No need to write it because I've written it so many times before but here it is again: the time I spent today in the classroom and with my students in my office? The best part of the day.

I've been thinking a lot about legacies lately; losing your dad, seeing your best friend lose her partner, and then losing a cousin in three months will do that to you. 

So, too, will a messed up world get you wondering about what difference you can make.

There are so many reasons a career in teaching is a gift, but the clearest reason is how, if you do it even kind of right, you are leaving a legacy. 

Thought about that some more this afternoon when I recognized a former student working at Walgreen's. I just had him for one semester--in English 204--but the very kind (and unprompted) things he said about that class today almost got me teary.

I kept thinking about it all as I moved to the greeting card section to pick up sympathy cards for my aunt, uncle, and cousins. And then I really got teared up, right there in Walgreen's. (Getting emotional at the pharmacy? It's happened a few times before.) 

I am not saying teaching will be my whole legacy someday, but if it's most of it? That's enough.

Singing telegram...

24 February 2026: Another long day, but one highlight was delivering a "Happy Birthday" singing telegram to Aidan, who turned 21 today. He's such a good kid: friendly, kind, and genuinely fun to talk to.