Into the Wild Wood and Home Again

From the videos and still photos, it looks like people are still feeling very civic-minded. I loved hearing Joan Baez singing " The Times, They Are A-Changin '"-- first made famous by Bob Dylan. I feel like I'm living in some sort of time slippage. It's good, but it's weird. And I hope that all this fervor bears good fruit.  And today is Palm Sunday, another day that recognizes an event that, essentially, was a huge outcry, a speaking of truth to power. Of course, we know how the story goes, and it's not all palms and glory, is it? But we are still honoring the idea that the masses have a voice, and that they want fair treatment. And the story also tells us that passive resistance can make history. As I'm fond of saying, the dates change, but people don't.  We will go to church this morning, Holly along with us, to take our part in the narrative during Mass. We all have a part to play in today's narrative, too. It's a global story of strugg...

Ahhh, Saturday. The one day I can drink coffee in my pjs in relative peace.  I have a full agenda today, once I get moving: head out to the hinterlands of Littleton to pick up the broadsides for my poetry book, then groceries, then house chores (there's so much sand tracked in...it's gross). Then, around 4, taking Holly to the Easter Egg Hunt.  I'm going to try to get G to go out to dinner. I have a suspicion that, by the end of all that here-and-there-ness, I will not want to move into cooking mode. We could do sandwiches, but maybe not.  Maybe the new noodle shop? Maybe Free House?  We'll see. At the moment, though, it's barely morning. And I have to pace myself-- tomorrow will be a bit busy as well. It's Palm Sunday this weekend, and then Holy Week begins.  Holly and I watched the animated film The King of Kings yesterday. It was pretty good; a little confusing at the start, as the main character is Charles Dickens, who is interrupted by family shenanigans w...

What a lovely evening it was on Zoom last night! I believe it was nineteen of the former poets in residence at the Frost Place who gathered online to celebrate not only Robert Frost's birthday, but also the 50th year of the Frost Place in Franconia. They all read a favorite poem from Mountain Interval , a full collection that Frost wrote while in residence in Franconia. And each shared funny and sweet memories of their time in the house. It was a lot of fun to listen to. And I knew many of them, as well. It was a poetic reunion that my heart needed. (And it was recorded and will be available on youtube sometime along here.) The news cycle is horrifying and dark and awful. I am left wondering, all too often, what poems can do. And then, these fine folks gathered, and reminded me. It's about community; a place and a group that sustains you, even when you are not there in person. And for me, that's what all of my years associated with the Frost Place have done. They've sus...

We had a super day with Beth Kanell yesterday in both of my classes; I'm excited to follow up on the things the kids started. She is so deeply human/humane, and the kids warmed to her really quickly. OK, the freshmen were mute, but they are often mute when it comes to unfamiliar things, so I'm not concerned about them. They are not my students yet, so I won't be able to follow up with them directly, but I trust their teacher (my fabulous colleague and former student) to make it work.  Then last night, I heard clips from the WH event at which the first lady introduced an AI humanoid robot, and suggested that the future of education is these machines. Good luck having a robot pivot on the fly when a kid has a disaster in their homelife. Or have a robot encourage a shy young writer to explore fanciful topics in her own fiction work, only to have her discover she's really exploring her own budding identity. Those things, and so many more, are why human teachers must be in s...

I'm up, but not quite functional yet. I'm feeling more myself, but the coughing still happens. Not as much, but still-- this is not how I wanted to go into this week. That said, here we are.  The kids liked The Manchurian Candidate ! Let's see what they think of the next film, A River Runs Through It. I think I've hit on something useful to teach defensible thesis/ evidence by showing them these classic films. I'm not as convinced they can sustain their arguments well; the round of Huck Finn papers were ...not the best. They had decent theses, but then the papers wandered off into generalities with little support. We'll get there, but it may be a play at the plate. It seems so unfair that the AP exams are so early (May 6 and 13). This only highlights how important a sequence of preparatory classes can be; I've had some of these kids now three years in a row, and the ones who took things seriously the last couple of rounds are doing far better. Those who wer...

With any luck at all, today I will get my hair cut. I look a bit shaggy, and I'm really excited about not having to glue my bangs with hairspray quite so much. Pray there's a parking spot.  It's dark, cold, and wet outside. Spring is being a bit recalcitrant. I yearn for crocuses to pop up out of the tangle of weeds to herald the season. It'll be a bit longer, I am afraid.  I hope your day is marvelous. Find something to marvel at.  Take good care, and spread love widely! C