A friend of mine is dying. She is a veteran teacher-colleague of mine that is also a lifelong friend. Along with four others, we began our teaching careers at roughly the same time. We were young, fresh from the 60s and looking to teach social sciences classes in new and challenging ways. Along with countless meetings, curriculum writing sessions, conferences, and Department get-togethers, there were times when we were all just there for each other for relationship issues, family emergencies, and all manner of difficulties adult life can offer. I would like to visit this friend. But living about 700 miles away presents problems. But I can write and was urged to do just that. She likes cards. She would like to receive cards. I can do that. About 2 weeks ago I sent a card. This morning I intended to do the same. I looked at the "misty forest" portrayed on the front of the card. Staring at the bla...
Personal observations of one writer. Frequent references to pop culture, blues music and lifetime truths.