Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Teaching can be an insular activity. We teachers get used to our own long lists of rules and regulations. We tend to teach the same things semester after semester and so, often times, we can get complacent about explaining things to students. After all, didn’t we just go over this information 18 weeks ago?
As we walked away from our son, a freshman, at the university a week ago, I turned one last time to see him concentrating on entering the key code for his dorm room. I knew that he had a lot to learn as he maneuvered the college system. I prayed that he would have kind and patient teachers who would understand the transition from high school to college. I hoped he would have teachers who would look out for students who are struggling and would reach out to them.
I would like to think I am always sensitive and considerate to my students, but I know sometimes I am not as patient as I should be. Sometimes I assume too much, rush through the classroom rules and regulations too quickly, or give late students the stink eye on the first day.
Exhausted? Yes, I am.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
1/2 cup (1 stick) plus 6 tablespoons butter, softened
1 cup firmly packed brown sugar
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
1-1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt (optional)
3 cups oats (quick or old fashioned, uncooked)
1/2 cup coconut
Heat oven to 350°F. In large bowl, beat butter and sugars on medium speed of electric mixer until creamy. Add eggs and vanilla; beat well. Add combined flour, baking soda, cinnamon and salt; mix well. Add oats, coconut, pecans, and peanut butter. Mix well.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
is already dropping its leaves, the nuts
thud and ring on the tin roof,
the squirrels are everywhere.
Such richness! It means something to them
that this tree should seem so eager
to finish its business.
The voice softens, and word becomes air
the moment it is spoken. You finger the limp leaves.
Precisely to the degree that you have loved something:
a house, a woman, a bird, this tree, anything at all,
you are punished by time.
Like the tree,
I take myself by surprise.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Homage to My Hips
these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top
Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Conversation overhead in restaurant in northern California:
Father: "Do you hear what you are saying? When did you start talking like this?"
Daughter: (shrugging and smiling) "It just happens."
Father: "It happened to your sisters too. I mean what’s the deal?"
The father looked over at me, aware I was eavesdropping.
Father: (to me) "Do you hear what she's saying? 'Are you are going to drive on THE 5? What do you mean by THE 101? Take THE 405?' What’s that all about?"
I smiled and nodded. I knew exactly what he was talking about.
He continued: "I raised three daughters in northern California and all three went to school in southern California. As soon as they got there, they started putting 'the' in front of all the roads.
I was smiling because I had just been in Colorado having a similar conversation with some of my family members who claimed that it was strange to hear the way I described the route to and from places. “Should I take the 70?”
Apparently, people in other areas don’t put “the” in front of the name of the highways/roads.
Or do they?
Speak to me. Tell me about it.