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Read moreNewborn flowers and a thousand lightbulbs.
I’m here again at last at my desk on a damp gray Sunday morning in which one season ends and another begins, and subtle kinds of fertility are churning despite the overcast sky — I’m feeling the familiar-to-college-professors sense of release from the clutch of preoccupation that marks the school year and a lightening, lifting, […]
Read moreA cheapskate debt-payoff update…
One more month to go in paying off the years of credit card debt. If there were a chart for the car, it would look like this too. The debt-payoff journey of the past four years will end in the next month, maybe two. It’s a good feeling.
Read moreIn praise of the clothesline.
As a new clothesline convert, I now find the journey up the stairs from the basement where the washer and dryer are and out the back door into my backyard is literally and figuratively like the journey out of Plato’s cave. Rise up into the light which at first dazzles, then comes to seem so […]
Read moreBeing a tough gal.
“Be like Flannery,” the late, great Barry Hannah said to our creative writing class at the University of Mississippi, looking at me. It was the fall of 1995. I was twenty-one, there as a visiting student to write with him, drink and smoke at City Grocery, moon around the aisles of Square Books, and hang […]
Read moreDeadlines, the future, and other cures for anxiety.
The last – how many weeks? Three? – have been a blur of activity in Cheapskate-Intellectual-land. Two East Coast conference presentations in two successive weeks (Chapel Hill and Yale), revisions for a forthcoming essay, writing a book review for Keats-Shelley Journal, getting caught up in important curriculum-planning for next year, end of semester advising, Skype […]
Read moreSaving for later… When?
Every morning, as I leave my house in an April that is already pretty busy — a gathering whirl of anger over new threats to academic freedom, two conferences in two weeks (the East Coast Tour – Chapel Hill, New Haven, and home), student stories to be graded, et cetera — my glance falls into […]
Read moreThis machine kills…
Folksinger Woody Guthrie played a guitar labeled, stirringly, “This Machine Kills Fascists.” And this machine — rented from the locally owned hardware store down the street — can chop up some fierce foes as well…. This machine kills the vague ennui of too much solitude. It kills the self-disgust of totting up accounts and realizing […]
Read moreSpring break: discoveries.
Much as I dislike the of-necessity neologism “staycation,” that’s what I’m doing while my college is on spring break this week – enjoying the days that immediately fill with things to do even if classes aren’t in session (hence my students’ question, “do you even get a break?” Weeellll….) But staying at home doesn’t mean […]
Read moreClothespins, snowmelt, and the edible world.
“The Clothes Pin” by Jane Kenyon How much better it is to carry wood to the fire than to moan about your life. How much better to throw the garbage onto the compost, or to pin the clean sheet on the line with a gray-brown wooden clothes pin! This afternoon – basking in the balmy-for-northeast-Iowa […]
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