It’s been a week and a half since I decided to leave Facebook. I have not yet deleted my account. It is deactivated. I keep
It all began innocently enough, in the fall of 2007, when Jason and I were faculty in residence on campus. In our orientation the year
O my people, I read the news and weep. It is hard to watch from here. It is harder still to live it. It does
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about cultural expectations – what someone might reasonably expect to happen on a daily basis, living within a culture,
The stables were freezing, the violinist said.There was no way they would be able to play for an hour and a half, straight through without
