Entries by Bethany

Cold Meds

Despite a sleepless night (couldn’t stop coughing), I decided I had to go to class today. Standing in the kitchen with my cold meds in my hand I said aloud, “If I take these I won’t be able to think straight in class. If I don’t take these, I’ll spread my germs to everyone.” One […]

Nag, nag, nag

“Intimacy is anarchic and mutual and definitionally incompatible with control.” Jonathan Franzen I’m sick, sick enough that I felt justified in calling in sick to the college and going back to bed. I thought I would get up at ten or eleven and work on-line. Instead I slept nearly all day. But I also did […]

Nagging or Negotiating?

I’ve been meaning to post an announcement (ta da!) for Annie — she passed her summer math class after all and is now happily enrolled in Math for Educators, the first math class she has ever loved. On the first day of classes, she told me that she was just going to drop from the […]

A Poem by Margaret Riordan

I’m pleased to introduce a poem by my friend Margaret Riordan, Celtic Bard. Dignity When your heart is broken in the palace, grab your knapsack and pack lightly. A blanket, a few pairs of loose trousers, a couple of long tunics, Something for your head to protect it from the heat Then join the next […]