What Crosses My Mind

  • Who Do We Serve?

    I open my curtains and the light shatters the room with brilliance, such is the life of a teacher on opening day of the school year. Fresh minds invade the quiet peace of a marble castle only to gradually tear down the mortar slivered throughout walls of academic prowess. These are our children, these are…

  • Immediacy and Now

    *** When I was a kid, immediacy meant maybe, I could hope and pray, yet, always there was that quiet confusion, not knowing, well, certainly, not expecting. Unless, I was given motive, back then, if the carrot were dangled I would, indeed, with the fervor of ambitious childhood, be pursuant and indeed, adamant, that chance…