Be the Light
If the cost of spreading love is occasionally getting taken advantage of, I’m okay with that.
If the cost of spreading love is occasionally getting taken advantage of, I’m okay with that.
It was actually kind of a snap decision, I remember, that we would leave our DSLR cameras behind.
Herb has long since retired. Where his barber pole once hung there’s now an upscale Vietnamese joint that does light lunches and dinners.
While the pace of change has slowed down, my identity is still catching up.
For the most part, Cedar Campus remains largely the same as when I was born, a fact many of us—who have grown from infants to adults, from adults to elders; who have gained families; who have lost loved ones—marvel at.
This is probably the only day I will ever respond positively to the question, “All right, are we ready to go for a run?”
I can make completely brilliant points, crack absolutely hilarious jokes, and ask ridiculously insightful questions and get absolutely no response from my students. What’s up with that?
REMAIN. CALM.
Each title is an era trapped in amber, a fossil record of a former self.
On this aðfangadagskvöld, it’s my duty to tell you specifically about the final Yule Lad, who arrives tonight. His name is Kertasníkir, and if you know Icelandic, you’re clutching your candles.