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There’s an interesting post over here recalling the author’s experience of working in her elementary school cafeteria. The comments section is just as interesting as the original post. I’ve long thought it a great idea to have students work, though … Continue reading →

I handed in my last paper. And I’m showered. Sydney

I just finished a paper.  Good grief, I’ve been wrestling with it for almost three weeks.  Maybe the relief of getting out of abstract poetry and back into fiction will help me tear through the last paper. . . in … Continue reading →

when you feel a sneeze coming on and you’ve just highlighted a large chunk of your paper–and your finger’s still on the mouse.  Who knows what horrors could occur in that split second!  Introductions cleaved by parts of your concluding … Continue reading →

Varying shades and shapes, but a solid wall.  It’s gorgeous. Erin

I still feel very green when it comes to running a house.  I’m constantly discovering new things that need cleaning, and then wonder how often other people remember to clean them.  I mean, really, unless you have nothing better to … Continue reading →

the child will insist on coming out–and I do mean INSIST. Painful, oh yes, but there remains the sight of an end, no matter how many hours it is ’til then. Papers, on the other hand, can sit and look … Continue reading →

Early this afternoon Erin and I went outside to see if we could find a few warblers. I’ve spent a few mornings birding at some sites around Ithaca that typically attract a lot of warblers during spring migration, but with … Continue reading →

Sydney’s been having some problems with the bird feeder. Despite the fact that it has a weight-sensitive bar, supposedly so that squirrels can’t get at what light little birds can, the squirrels have been into the feed. So Sydney’s taped … Continue reading →

of want-to-do-something-else.  It’s gorgeous weather.  I’d like to get outside, read a book in the shade, play a game of tennis, you name it.  But paper writing?  Not a glimmer of enthusiasm. Erin