Confessions of a Birdwatching Hypocrite
While the pace of change has slowed down, my identity is still catching up.
A Cedar Hymn
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.
The Group Date
This is probably the only day I will ever respond positively to the question, “All right, are we ready to go for a run?”
Naïve Observations and Questionable Qualifications
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?
Preventing Snow Faux Pas
REMAIN. CALM.
Unpacking the Bookshelf
Each title is an era trapped in amber, a fossil record of a former self.
Tallow Lights
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.
Don René
He did not use grand showmanship or elaborate displays. He used simple, humble, everyday love.
Confessions of a Season Purist
I’ll admit it’s more of a mindset than a meteorological observation, but if you’re a winter-hater, might it be better in the long run to hang on to fall as long as you can?
Twenty-nine
So Happy Birthday, Kendahl, and cheers to twenty-nine. This year is going to be the best one yet.
