i was in my 2nd year of the MA program in english literature, the one thing i’d loved since birth it seemed. i transferred back to AU b/c my first year had been so hard at the public university — i needed something familiar. during that first semester, i took a lit class that somehow…
oh yeah!
i’ve got good news and i’m so used to being formal with my speech that i can’t even share it without sounding stuffed. i just deleted a sentence that i thought clearly expressed my happiness but please, who was i kidding. what i really want to say is: i’m getting published!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! okay, it’s not my…
why
am i still working on this proposal? because i didn’t work enough in the past. and as much as i’d like to postpone tomorrow, the day when post offices reopen, the day when i can send a fax, the day when i have to tutor, to plan song service, to write an article… tomorrow is…
use your words carefully
this record is broken broken is this record is this record broken? this broken is record record, this is broken broken, this record is this broken record is is this broken record? is broken record this? is record this broken? if 95% of what we say is foolish does that mean the other 5% is…
the hilton — the book
yes, i spent a night in the hilton at o’hare airport. i volunteered to fly out a day later so they treated me nice(ly). i had a conference room: a nice long table with 5 cushy chairs around it, a flip chart, a white board, a bed that came down from the wall, a 2-seater…
less is love
some of us are still learning this, some of us already know and are living examples of it: less is more. or as i like to put it, less is love. as i help a friend with the final plans for her big day, i recognize the pressure to please, the pressure to save face,…
i just
feel like writing something since it’s been a while and all you who read this probably desire something new. i also want to talk about the power of sharing a good thing. we never know how the good thought we’ve received will impact someone else. why not share it? somehow we often don’t. it’s not…