It’s true. In the winter time, Minnesotans drive out onto lakes, drill holes in the ice, huddle in little houses for hours, and wait. I spent all day last Saturday with my brothers, Dave and Nate, on Upper Red Lake, and then all day Monday with Dave and his friend Bruce on... more »
Reading along with my daughter and her AP English class, I picked up another that I have missed. Twenty six years ago as a high school senior, I read For Whom the Bell Tolls and A Farewell to Arms and wrote a terrible senior research comparing characters. I had nothing to say, and no... more »
Four days ago – a week after my 44th birthday – I moved back in with my parents. The basement’s cold, and Mom’s cooking experients are as interesting as ever, but all in all, it’s pretty decent. It’s not really what it sounds like. I’m lucky enough to be on sabbatical from my teaching job... more »
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim'rous beastie, O, what panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murd'ring pattle! --from "To a Mouse"? Robert Burns I’m conflicted... more »
I first read Paulo Freire 17 years ago in graduate school. What I remember was that Pedagogy was challenging and difficult to apply to an American context, but it also transformed how I saw my relationship to students and clarified the real purpose of literacy education for me. I didn’t think of... more »
