Conversations on El Camino

"Submit Grades" — black, pixelated, sans serif font on a light grey button reminiscent of Windows 98 (I recognize the irony that this OS is older than my students). I click the button, hoping for some sort of confetti-free celebration to erupt from the overhead speakers, or at least across my computer screen. No such…

I was commanded to rest. I took opportunity to do so by lying on my back on the lawn, watching clouds drift on the wind that stirred the maple and pine boughs. I couldn't resist the urge to take a picture of the sky; then I turned the camera toward what the clouds might see.…

“They’re gonna love you,” she told me. They don’t even know me. And neither do you! I went to surrender my Wisconsin drivers license and license plate this week – and with it, a piece of my heart. Transitions are always hard, and this symbolic gesture is a resounding hammer on the final nail in…