I knew I was done last fall when I faced my seminar class of sixteen freshmen and felt I was staring at circle of aliens. The feeling grew during an oral presentations (no longer called speeches): a musical power point. I didn't recognize a single song except "Henry the Octopus" by the Wiggles. In spite … Continue reading How Harry Potter killed my teaching career
Month: July 2011
Water balloons and the July moon
My feet hurt. I'm serious. Every day at least once they feel like I've walked a marathon, or shopped for five hours straight. It's been going on so long I've noticed myself start to live with it. Even my kids just assume that I won't play kickball or tag or race them to the front … Continue reading Water balloons and the July moon
The Soul of the Haunted House
Some English teacher somewhere along the line taught me that in literature, the house is a symbol for the soul. I'd take credit, except that each time I remember this equation, it's got a vague citation hovering around it. And it always comes to me when we visit my in-laws on the east coast. We … Continue reading The Soul of the Haunted House