“Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all”

—Emily Dickinson

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  • It’s Monday

    It’s Monday. The days are getting shorter, the nights longer, and I am wondering where they both have gone. I’m waiting in my office for some students to finish a test. They are all adults and I want them all… Continue reading

  • Dream On

    I dream. On a restless summer night in a pool of my own perspiration, I dream. In the quiet slumber of an October evening, I dream. In the quickening of the morning and the settling of the evening, I dream.… Continue reading

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