What Crosses My Mind

  • Different Set of Eyes

    Yesterday morning, while sitting in a writing lab with a student, we both received notifications at the same time, about the Houston tragedy – Tragedy in Texas – and we talked for a minute or two of our sadness. We exchanged the usual, it keeps happening, oh that’s scary, terrible, any number of coined phrases that…

  • A Morning Stroll (after the tragedy)

    Walk with eyes open, a different look today, notice the change of heart, perhaps a hesitation, that normal glance of hello now secondary to this inherent need shadows fear’s trepidation. ~ Seems everyday can never be the same as it were, when yesterday the stroll seemed arbitrary. Crossing the street occurs always a bit easier…