Duolingo and the Ghost of My Italian Past

This evening, for the first time ever, I went to the free website Duolingo and practiced my very rusty Italian. By rusty, I mean back in the junkyard where the 1970s AMC Gremlins might be piled, since the last time I took Italian lessons and actually practiced the language was back in 1975–76, when my…

The Geography of Memory

Whenever I drive back to Texas, the minute I hit the border from New Mexico, a calm settles over me. Not that West Texas is my home, but still, I can see the big open sky and the flat plains, and I hear that West Texas closed-mouth drawl when I stop for gas. These are…

Sharp Edges, Softened

This blog post was inspired by a college essay question one of my students was required to answer: Give a brief self-interview that will help us get to know you better. Reading the prompt, I realized it invited deep reflection, so I decided to answer the prompt myself. 1) You have clearly done quite a…

Update on Stormy Weather & Christmas Activities

Here is the big picture news stolen from a text written by Ray:  12 3/4 inches of rain since Tuesday night. More rain next week. Soggy here, but everything is snug and warm. Lots of giant trees falling over here and in LA. Lots of shifting soil on hillsides. Soil was still wet from a…

Two Days Until Spain: Lessons in Timing (and Packing)

Ray and I are headed to Spain on Thursday, a few days ahead of the Story Circle Network tour and writing workshop that begins on Monday. I am wrapping up my college and graduate school admission work with my students tomorrow, and so far, so good. All the personal essays and personal statements are strong,…

A Major Reason I Am Excited to Visit Madrid

In just two weeks, I’ll be heading to Spain to host our annual Story Circle Network International Sightseeing Tour and Writing Workshop. While I am always eager to go on these incredible trips, I am especially excited to have the chance this time to see Picasso’s Guernica in person. This extraordinary painting about the atrocities…

Flash Memoir: A Wrecked Model T

The car looked like a Model T, or what was left of it.  It was more rightly, the carcass of a Model T with no wheels or tires, no engine, no seats.   Only the body of the old car, rusted, bent, and disheveled, like an old woman with too many miles and too much booze. …

Flash Memoir: A Buick, an Embankment, and Grace

This is a story that happened a few years back right around this time of year. I would say this is the very closest I’ve ever come to facing my dying moment – and killing poor Ray in the process. Thank God for a little Divine intervention when we both really needed it. I have…

Home At Last!

Here is our 2 1/2-year-old grandson Ethan’s message to us this morning when we were on the last leg of our three-day driving trip back from Texas to California. Liz and Ethan met us as we drove into the orange grove, and Liz was happy to let Ethan ride the rest of the way while…