To Still a Mocking Crowd

November 29, 2012  Thursday Had another Navy dream.  Happily, they are getting rarer and more innocuous.  For years I had primarily two kinds of dreams.  I would either be frantically returning late for leave, or facing the dreary first day of another six month deployment. Increasingly common is the type I had last night: asking…

“Coda”

written May 11, 2012   You can go home again—for fifty minutes. If this is my last day of subbing this spring,which is my first semester out of student teaching.  My last hour today, then, was a perfect coda to my first full teaching year.  For the beginning of the day I took on the…

Kickball Injuries and a Flock of Pint-Sized Geese

written May 8, 2012     I had not yet subbed at Jefferson Elementary, an out-of-the-way school in a quiet residential neighborhood of Collinsville, west of the downtown.  I immediately thought it looked like a smaller version of my own massive, red-brick elementary building built in 1892.  But it seemed to be deserted.  I went…