Science teacher

Thoughts while waiting for the light to return..... While science rests on models, abstract shadows of patterns drawn out of noise, ...

Not a post--I put my recipes where I can find them later Low tide at 4:55. Sunset at 4:44. The dreary December dusk descended with a br...

A reminder from last year's adventures It is one thing to write of mortality, quite another to kiss its cheek. I am in the land of the...

My Christmas prayer last year.... Less than a mile away, in the gray shadows of a closed classroom, a pill bug wanders around some com...

Found on our classroom typewriter One of the joys of clamming in December is listening to Brant geese chatter back and forth a few y...

From years past. the real Christmas miracle.... "Flowers, leaves, fruit, are the  air-woven children of light." Jacob Mol...

This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days an...