These days find me busy clearing and chucking, sorting and sifting, storing and saving. Three truck loads of stuff cleared…
It's a late afternoon on a winter Saturday of my childhood. And that means the big Ferguson radio - the…
When a re-wired, pack-rat educator takes a deep dive in the basement there's no telling what she will find in…
It's graduation season and across the land schools are saying goodbye to students and students are moving along and into…
I'm early but the staffroom is already blue with smoke and full of strangers who know each other. A row…
Dulane Upshaw Ponder of NY and Hope, Alaska died at her home in Hampton Bays last evening, June 18th. She…
When I was four years old I found a sixpence on the quay at Poole Harbour. I've been picking up…
1940 has been well served by blockbuster movies this past year. Last summer there was Dunkirk as legendary saga and…
Those ever-attentive to such details may have noticed that this blog has a new title. Sort of. I started this…
If blogging is supposed to have an element of timeliness then I have given up on that ideal. After all…
The farmers’ market is full of strange squash and gourds and pumpkins of every color, shape, and size. Autumn – …
Looking through old PDS school photos – pictures of children working with tools, wading waist deep in muddy ponds and…
On the way home tonight I heard Robert Reich on NPR’s Marketplace. The topic was Human Capital. The one sentence…
You see, there are all those early memories; one cannot get another set; one has but those. Willa Cather, Shadows…