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late night
Well, for me it's late night. I'm the only one up, and it's dark out, and the main viewing event of the day is over. And I've been working in my online class, and it all reminds me of earlier times in my life, and going to the computer in search of companionship - a futile effort then, a nostalgic and equally futile effort now. Finding ( Read more... ) -
Writerly things
I'm starting my dissertation over - completely over, with an entirely different perspective, and I'll get to save some of the many draft files I've saved over the last three years, but not many. The good news is that I know what to do (finally) to get passed. The bad news is that I've lost my work-18-hours-a-day-and-sleep/eat/socialize-the- ( Read more... ) -
of Pooh finds
So I went to pick up the portfolio rubrics for the end-of-semester portfolio read-around festival, and the copy shop was closed for a few minutes so I went into the bookstore next door and browsed around the bargain table and I found this REALLY COOL book called "The Enchanted World of Winnie-the-Pooh" which is filled not only with interesting ( Read more... ) -
why people need to recover from graduate school
I had a new colleague tell me how she took a year off to "recover" from graduate school. I understand. It has to do with having to take seriously endeavors like this ( Read more... ) -
My Writing Space
I have a writing space, a place that I go to when I want words to roll from pen to page and come across insightful or generative thoughts. It's a big corner room, on the second floor, with lots of double hung windows filled with sunlight when it's sunny, and drizzled with sparkling drops of rain when it's stormy. There are trees beyond the windows ( Read more... ) -
life in the breach
What can you do when the three-year-old boy crawls up in your lap and hugs you goodnight? When in the next moment after kissing him goodnight the emotion so overwhelms you that you have to go out the back sliding door from the bedroom and hold the tissues close in the sweatshirt sleeve so your crying doesn't upset the kids? What, beyond the tears, ( Read more... ) -
happenings, or not.
It's been awhile, hasn't it? Does anyone out there remember me? Stop by here anymore? It's a double-edged question, because I save this space for that writing that I want to be anonymous, counting on those who know my alter-ego to keep it quiet and hoping that I'll find people out here is this lj world who know me only here - like donnickcottage, to whom I owe ( Read more... ) -
almost there
five months have disappeared and I wish I could say I had some glorious accomplishment, like a book or at least an article, or a moved-in-to-house, or even a clean house to show for it, but I don't ( Read more... ) -
Moments of overflowing gladness
Sometimes a rare day comes along when you receive a most delightfulish and wonderful and special gift from a most unexpected place, and you get caught totally off guard and everything that seemed even remotely wrong is suddenly unimportant, and you react spontaneously with a public demonstration of affection and gladness ( Read more... ) -
something special
I have access to something special. I can't say what, nor how the access came, but in these last hours I am transported to a magic place, where "these words in this order" took meaning, took flight, gave me a freedom and a purpose I had never known before. I am back, for this moment, in that space, remembering with ever so much clarity why I wanted ( Read more... )