Written by a former student from my days teaching at Asheville School, this will likely be the most memorable piece I read this holiday. We teach them and soon enough they teach us.”I’ve learned that love is bearing witness.” Christmas with my homeless aunt. – Slate Magazine.
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Psalm 23: The Sound that Comforts Me
I fell in love with language, first heard its music and its rhythm, on my parents’ laps and in church. The love was borne in sound before it was in meaning. Psalm 23 in particular provides comfort to me not at first because of any analysis I may apply to it but rather because of […]
Finding a Purposeful Place for the Blog
The blog went dark over the last month, and I plan on rebuilding its momentum. For over a year I had at least an entry a week, but I have not posted since late October. It is not that I haven’t been writing, but somehow I slipped out of the routine of posting. I wrote […]
Heading to My 25th College Reunion: The Speech I didn’t Give
[On Wednesday evening I delivered a brief talk, entitled “Lives Worthy of the Sacrifice,” as part of our Cum Laude and National Honor Society Induction Ceremony at The Westminster Schools. While I worked on the speech, I made one false start.Given that I am headed toward my 25th college reunion at The University of the […]
Lives Worthy of the Sacrifice: A Cum Laude and National Honor Society Speech
[What follows is a talk I gave last night at the Cum Laude and National Honor Society Induction at The Westminster Schools. Past readers of the blog might recognize some passages that have appeared on the blog before.] It is a pleasure to welcome parents, friends, and most importantly this evening, students, to the Cum […]
Revisiting a Guiding Idea: Creating A Progress Culture in a School
Recently I had two photographs framed. Made by Katelyn Jones, member of The Westminster Schools Class of 2013, right now they are leaning against the wall of my office ready to be hung. By digitally layering images on top of each other, she created something compelling. There is a magical, somehow dreamlike, quality to each. They leave […]