notes for a new school

I am the tree that falls in the forest; I like to think I sometimes must have a mind of winter. What I have been doing is: volunteering at a...

I passed along Jess’ message for Ben: ‘love and hate and an exchange of drastically different wisdoms.’ Also her word for Keri if I saw her,...

Exile and creativity? The books on Ramsey’s shelf—Henry giving every movie considered great five stars. The Uruguayans in New York, the n...

Something about a Friday afternoon makes it impossible to take yourself too seriously, or it suddenly gets clear that nothing in the whol...

They gave me a stack of papers today. Worksheets students are and are not to write on, schedules adjusted for the assembly, post-its, pap...

I didn’t want to write today. I wanted to draw with the colored pencils in that cup there, the colors are so lovely and I hadn’t done it ...