On the eve of the 2012 NAIS Conference in Seattle, I thought I would re-post this one as I am reminded of its relevance as I prepare for the flight from Atlanta to the Northwest.
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On the eve of the 2012 NAIS Conference in Seattle, I thought I would re-post this one as I am reminded of its relevance as I prepare for the flight from Atlanta to the Northwest.
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Her left hand is in mine as weAre awkward and in aSlow-motion dodge and weaveThrough what the kiln delivered-now set in loose rowson the sparse grass lawnunder the nine-thirty a.m. white oak trees behind the white house.-E runs her right index finger around the mouth of a big brown potWith four lug handles.She can reach […]
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Today we had a recent alumna speak to our faculty and student body about her struggle with an eating disorder. Now a senior in college, she spoke beautifully and compellingly. She was clear, assertive, engaging, and remarkably insightful. In short, she has become the kind of person you hope graduates will become. Her audience was […]
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Tonight I am starting to think about the travel that will be a part of my spring and early summer. When I was a kid, I rarely traveled much more than a couple of hours from home by car. In fact, I only flew on a couple of occasions before I graduated from high school. […]
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We don’t learn things all at once—not as individuals or as a culture, and what we learn we tend to have to re-learn. When we are in the midst of a learning process, our learning is uneven, and our viewpoint is vulnerable to stark inconsistencies.The example I am thinking about this morning regards ESPN and the […]
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The reader is the part of the poem the poet cannot write.The poet chooses the words and places and replaces them,hides them in the basement,slides them between photographs in the attic,brings them out for anoccasion.-The poet finds sequences of words—She feels she has discovered them, as if they wereAlready made and waiting to be found.Sometimes […]