Then, and (still) Now

Then, and (still) Now

Primary school children only know their teachers at school, assuming that, at the end of the school day, their teacher is wheeled into a closet, then wheeled out again for the next day’s instructions. I thought similarly. My first-grade teacher was the lovely Miss...
Kudos where kudos are due

Kudos where kudos are due

I wish you could have met her. She was special. It was at Hildegarde United Baptist Church that she intersected with my young life as my Sunday School teacher several years in a row. I never thought of her having a life between Sundays. She only was real to me once a...
Isn’t that upside down?

Isn’t that upside down?

(still more, as I see it)  It’s now been a whole week! A week of extreme ideas, extreme waiting, extreme excitement, extreme lows and extreme highs: in short, exhausting on many fronts. There’s even extreme effort in keeping anxious thoughts at bay, in keeping a watch...
May I Borrow Your Notes?

May I Borrow Your Notes?

Teachers and professors run the gamut from excellent and engaging to pitiful and boring. We’ve probably all had both. And we remember those most representing the extreme ends of the spectrum. A standout from the first group for me was my 11th grade History...