unstuck/unglued

[Fair warning: This post has nearly nothing to do with Dubrovnik; it’s a purely personal meditation.] I’m realizing this week that for too long now I’ve been feeling intellectually stuck. Too much time working on and thinking about too many of the same things. Familiarity has bred discontent, and an unrelenting focus on the things …

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poetic lenses

Poetry has served as a way to focus some of my writing of late. Whitman’s Song of Myself framed one post, and Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock was the basis for another. Today I helped proctor an English lit exam for a colleague, and the students were given a choice of two …

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i celebrate myself and write myself

A few days ago, I posted this image to Facebook: It resonated for me, and reminded me of how important mamamusings.net was in helping me to discover what–and who–I cared most about in the world around me. Last night, over dinner, I found myself talking about how important I thought it was to have a …

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