A Summer Place. . . .
All is going well here, but between classes and meetings and markings and early-morning runs and collapsing in front of Homeland or The Good Wife at the end of the day . . . Not…
View PostAll is going well here, but between classes and meetings and markings and early-morning runs and collapsing in front of Homeland or The Good Wife at the end of the day . . . Not…
View PostWaiting at the top of the parkade ramp for the gate to close behind me, I noted how dark it was, still, at 5:25. In theory, my decision to take an early ferry back Monday…
View PostClasses are going well, so far. I generally enjoy the first few weeks, the honeymoon stage, I sometimes call it, before they get their first assignments marked, returned… A late October event I’m responsible for…
View PostToday, the first day back to school, I defiantly pulled on my white jeans — gasp! post-Labour-Day white — and quickly found a good reason for the rule. Dirt roads + rain + bicycle =…
View PostOnly one chapter into Donna Leon’s About Face, and already I’d found two sentences worth remarking First, for the brilliantly sly balancing of its second (post-semi-colon) independent clause: “He recognized the Conte’s lawyer and his…
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