To be touched by manifold whys

“In fact, a deed, a gesture of rage or love, a poem, a painting, a song, a book are always wrapped in thick wrappers. They have been touched by manifold whys.” - Paulo Freire Your delight and joy has taken root within my body. Yet, we are blessed with the ability to nurture thoughts and feelings, … Continue reading To be touched by manifold whys →

Pillow Talk

"Oh and my Dad only eats oats for breakfast." "We have some." "What really?" I ask, suspiciously. "Where?" "I don't know, in a box somewhere." "Oats, not barley." "Yes, oats." "Oatmeal oats." "Yes," he replies, exasperated. "Goldilocks oatmeal oats?" I press further, now teasing. "I'm sorry, did you say 'goats'? Your father only eats 'goats' … Continue reading Pillow Talk →

Prose Woes

Hark! Verily I swore in class this day. Ironically, 'tis all the great Bard's fault. For in the drama lesson on Shakespeare, Before my beauteous students, not yet 12, Did in my explanation of the prose, Produce a faux pas worthy of this tale. Though bawdy master be he through and through, Of language truly … Continue reading Prose Woes →