Coaches
I have had a lot of coaches in my life, and each of them has taught me something (most have taught me more than I can remember).
The Cycle of Grocery Stores
And what greater grocery store is there in this universe, I ask you? Its hours of operation: endless. Its selection of salty snacks: both wide and economical.
Love Thy Neighbor
Bob moved into our assisted living facility about five months ago. I can’t believe it was that long ago. It feels like much longer. He has scared me from the day I met him.
Thin Air
What good is all this technology—our GPS satellites, our naval cruisers, our sonar arrays and passport checks and aerial photographs—if it can’t produce real answers?
Long Live Central Cemetery
there’s nothing central about Zentralfriedhof (Central Cemetery). Situated in Vienna’s southeast outskirts, the cemetery is nearly a full nine kilometers from the city’s first district.
Twenty-Somethings
Almost on a weekly basis, students ask me how old I am. I tell myself that it’s not appropriate to talk to students about personal matters like age, so I tell them I’m forty-three.
Jigsaw Pride
As we resumed walking, my dad turned his head toward me with a small grin. “He asked me if he could marry you,” he said. I felt my eyebrows go up.
One Art
I hate losing things. I try really hard to stay organized because there is nothing more frustrating than losing an important scrap of paper or a sweater.
Worth It
A salary is a good thing, and teaching is really pretty awesome once you get over the blank stares of students, and I’ve never actually disliked writing papers or doing research.
The Wolf of Wall Street
Jordan Belfort considers the agents (us, too, over his shoulder) as Denham produces the smoking gun: a yellow note in a clear evidence bag.
