Hands

They came to me again in a dream last night.  First, my Granny was with me again several nights back.  A couple days ago I dreamed of Mamaw & Papaw’s home–the best ever, in every way: 2715 Alice Avenue. I was there helping pack up things to sell after their passing.  Feelings of emptiness.  …

Sometimes They Come Back

I never committed my Papa’s birthday to memory. January 27th, 2009 was the date my mom’s father passed on. We have missed this remarkable man ever since.  Last week I received a mysterious phone call. A man with gentle Southern drawl told me: “I am doing well. Everything is okay.” I put the phone down….

Next Steps…

Finding myself yet again at a “turning point”–hear that, history students of mine?–I must decide how to move forward.   [see recent posts, including What the F–k is Wrong With Me?!”] Life is indeed short. Way too short to be stuck in a job you don’t have passion for. Way too short to spend all…

What the F–k is Wrong With Me?!

My boy Charlie was right— Not this Charlie… these are the best of times and worst of times. Yes, as many of you all know, I had an amazing expedition to and through Asia this summer. As many of you may not know, I even got to embrace and kiss beautiful women in Thailand &…

Debris

It’s where we watched United 93 last night and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off a few nights before. It’s a coffee table in disarray. My old flip phone lies alarm-ready near a glass of water from the night before. Stacks of reading materials, so normal for us. Pop’s shower soap, releasing its last drops.  An apartment…

Which Path?

Would YOU go beneath the arch or around? How do we choose our path? Is this tree here for us to climb? Were these spoons dropped to test whether I will pick them up? Are boxes meant to be worn? Or, are my family members insane? Seek a Higher Path…

If You Had…

…June 29th-Labor Day. To do whatever you want, what would you do? Really. I would like you all to share here. Here is how I’ve kicked things off today… After a great 7 miler this morning–sans music for optimal reflection state–I walked over to Fordham University to attend the second commencement ceremony for the High…

´╗┐Is This a Dream?

No…it’s SUMMER BREAK! An academic year of trials, tribulations, heartache and, oh, some heartwarming moments with kooky kids has come to a close. My 11th year of teaching has concluded! And I vow to each one of you to document at least something from each day of my liberation. How can I begin with anything…