Final Sale

Every semester, right around midterms, when I'm feeling least charitable towards institutions of higher learning and yearning most for a break, registration for the next semster opens. I hate that. Each time, it feels like you're selling your soul--in advance.So this Friday, registration opened once again, and I sold my soul away...for the last time. … Continue reading Final Sale

Little Things

The minute, the curtailed, the packable seem to be taking over my life.Lunch fits in a box.My working memory is about the same capacity as a floppy.And any knitting larger than a washcloth seems an insurmountable task of Hurculean proportions.Why? Because it's back-to-school time. Not the rejuvenated-by-summer, won't-this-be-fun, brand-new-clothes fall back to school. The back-to-the-grind, … Continue reading Little Things