Hey LJ. I am not dead, but a lot of people no longer have accounts and those that do don't seem to use them. I did consider posting on December 1st 2017, the 30th anniversary of my grandfather's death. I am in Sicily, living in Palermo and I have been seeing a therapist here since March 2017 and she's helping me process old grief and current life ( Read more... )

A friend posted for the first time in years, sent me in this direction ( Read more... )

Pedagogy - - Qwo-Li Driskill (Cherokee)

I roll out of bed too

late to take a shower

throw on whatever is clean

( a poem for all educators )

I've been trying to put my thoughts together about what Thursday means for education, the ability to protest, the future for those of my daughter's generation.

A Professor at BCU has done it so much better than I could. I'm leaving this post public.

10 reasons why I am a ‘thug’: by Professor Joyce Canaan

( If you tolerate this... )

Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget ( Read more... )

Jani's daughter has been in touch with bad news. I've left messages for those of you I have contact details for and a couple of people are going to post this in their own journals to catch URPers I don't know. I'm leaving this public in case you want to point anyone here.

( Go well old friend )

For my upcoming birthday I'd like you to share a memory you have of me. Comments are and will remain screened.

“Antilamentation ( Read more... )

and so I type one handed, clutching it to me as I record this ( Read more... )

A 50 word story.

"Facing east she raises her arms and calls, turns, calls again, repeats twice more. Her knees are muddy, she has knelt before them. Smells of smoke and ice fill the air. As the fire burns lower she waits for the rise, the return. Through mist she says 'Happy solstice everyone'"