Today I'm joining Poetry Friday for the first time, and by way of introducing myself to the PF community, I'm posting a poem of my o...

it's soothing to chant something like the following, in which everything set backwards and upside down leads to a sense of floating rath...

Becoming a math teacher has begun to take its effect on my real life. I find I have begun increasingly to think of the world in mathematical...

I love snow days; I love them not. I love snow days; I love them not. I love snow days; check in with me tomorrow.

I'm not at my best this morning, but both of us were smokin' last night at the Out for Equality Inaugural Ball. Everybody was alread...

[In 2007-2008, my family lived in Vincennes, France , just outside the 12th arrondissement of Paris. The kids, aged 5 and 8, went to the reg...

This morning on NPR (and let's face it, if I don't hear it on Morning Edition between 5 and 7am, it's not news) I heard how Maxi...

Morning Song Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elemen...

Ce matin, Duncan crie ses applaudissements. Daisy danse somnolente-réveillée. Fiona embrasse tous ses proches virtuellement. Et moi, je pleu...

The year we just spent in France is not the first time I've lived abroad. From 1991-1996 I lived in North London with Fiona. Oh, it was ...

There was a short-lived website here called backfence.com which was supposed to recreate, on the Internet, that old-fashioned opportunity to...

On the way from the bus stop, just the two of us, I announce the creation of my new blog to Daisy. "Why does everything have to be abou...