"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
Saturday, April 30, 2022
Friday, April 29, 2022
Spring 2022 Grading: DONE!
29 April 2022: Hit "submit" on my last set of grades a little while ago. What a long, quick, tough, discouraging, affirming, stressful, joyful, sad, tough, strange, and beautiful semester it's been. Gonna take a couple of minutes for some chair-dancing before heading out for my walk. (A bit later today since I was late getting to campus; had to go to Ranson to get Dunkin Donuts for my seminar class.)
Thursday, April 28, 2022
"The Adventures of Dillon Helbig"
Wednesday, April 27, 2022
"i can make do lord i can make do"
Tuesday, April 26, 2022
15 years!
Monday, April 25, 2022
Speeding up...
Sunday, April 24, 2022
Midnight Breakfast!
24 April 2022: Heading out tonight for my first real Midnight Breakfast since April 2019. I missed December 2019 because I had this awful stomach virus. And there wasn't one in April 2020, December 2020, and April 2021. There was an event that I helped with in December--a smaller version called "Nite Bitez," and that was fun--but it wasn't the same. But we are back tonight and I am excited.
Saturday, April 23, 2022
Shep Arts Fest
Friday, April 22, 2022
McMurran Convocation
Thursday, April 21, 2022
Capstones...
21 April 2022: Fourteen hours on campus today and I am beat. But the last part--the first set of our capstone presentations--was so wonderful. I was moved almost to tears by these students, what they've done, and what a pleasure and blessing it has been to know them.
Wednesday, April 20, 2022
What I'm putting out there...
Tuesday, April 19, 2022
Emotional labor...
Monday, April 18, 2022
Surprise April snow...
Sunday, April 17, 2022
Easter 2022
Saturday, April 16, 2022
"The Spring Has Many Silences"
16 April 2022:
"The spring has many silences:
Buds are mysteriously unbound
With a discreet significance,
And buds say nothing.
There are things that even the wind will not betray.
Earth puts her finger to her lips
And muffles there her quiet, quick activity…."
Full poem by Laura Riding Jackson here.
Both the dogwood out front and the redbud out back have flowered in just the last day or so. Sometimes I find myself just caught up in staring at them. The miracles of spring...











