These days, when I get up in front of a class and try to tell the students something and what I want to say doesn’t quickly come to mind, I think to myself, “What do I know? Do I really know anything? And even if I know anything, how do I not know that Alzheimer’s isn’t already rearing it’s ugly face.”
And I go back to thinking about all these things that I know.
I write better when my computer sits on the dining room table and I’m facing west. I don’t know exactly why that is the case, but I suspect that it has to do with the way the light comes into the room.
One of my writing group friends had a breakthrough moment last night, and I hope that her last day of spring break is filled with a multitude of words.
The Simpsons’ writers are nothing short of geniuses. Really.
Certain people are meant to exist in your life only for a short time. It is okay to dispose of them when the relationship is no longer meaningful to you.
I like Superman ice cream.
I took a long time to get an iPhone, but that same phone that I resisted has been very useful.
I have some of the coolest kids on the planet. (Yes, I’m biased, and that’s okay.) My nieces are pretty cool, too.
Those kids, including my niece (but especially MY brood), talk a lot. And I mean, a lot. At least when they’re with me.