Writing Class and First Love

The expository writing class my junior year was held in a tiny classroom; the small class seated around an oblong table. Professor Rivers had seriously wounded my fragile ego the previous semester by suggesting I take one of her writing classes.  Writing literary essays about early American literature was a challenge for this English major.Continue reading “Writing Class and First Love”

What it Feels Like to Be the Struggling Student. I don’t Like It.

We dissected the seven pages of the Middlemarch Finale this evening for three hours and fifteen minutes.  I scribble the questions posed by my instructor in my notebook. Without this strategy, his questions evaporate into thin air.  It’s a moment only before a classmate boldly takes a stab. Listening carefully to other responses will bringContinue reading “What it Feels Like to Be the Struggling Student. I don’t Like It.”

A Character Sketch, A Birthday Wish to a Very Special Man

I have from a young age felt indebted to my father for his steadfast love. This summer  he and we celebrated his 90th birthday in a big circle on the front lawn. He wanted a simple celebration and perfectly simple it was: Italian subs, sangria and homemade ice cream cake.  As a young girl, IContinue reading “A Character Sketch, A Birthday Wish to a Very Special Man”

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