By this time tomorrow, I will have gone through an entire day at work and interviewed for a position as a Paraeducator at a local high school. It's a bit of a long story. Suffice it to say September was a month of upheavals, and now I'm questioning where I am as well as where… Continue reading A Journal, of Sorts
We’re at Rock Bottom -- a bar-and-grill on State street, just down from After-Words Books. Atticus -- this is not their real name; I cannot think of them with any other, though -- pointed it out, and I, too babbly and excited to see them again to really care where we ate, said it sounded… Continue reading The Wisconsin Vignettes
is fast to talk but very slow to listen. Has he ever been still?
Just about a year ago, I was diagnosed with ADD so severe that my doctor looked me in the eye and asked, a little incredulous: "How did you make it through school?" I laughed and replied, "Sheer force of will?" This isn't hyperbole. Pre-Ritalin, I was an awful procrastinator. Even knowing about a paper or… Continue reading I Can Never Start a Blog (What is a Spectredom?)