Tag Archives: being still

The other day I initiated an experiment into my class which had been conducted in the past. It’s not something I attempt often, but on occasion will undertake especially when the students are wiggly and talkative as have been my freshmen these past few weeks. We played the silent game ...

I remember when I was in my early 20s and finally lived on my own for the first time.  My apartment was less than 300 square feet, and though I loved the idea of my new independence, there seemed nothing more painful than the hollow echo of solitude.  I came home everyday after work ...