The nearest airport is in Connecticut, so when your plane lands you still have a good long drive to get to Amherst. You talk to…
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The nearest airport is in Connecticut, so when your plane lands you still have a good long drive to get to Amherst. You talk to…
Back in August when Persephone started school my morning routine changed severely. Instead of being responsible for bundling a toddler off to daycare, suddenly I…
Over the past year or two I’ve become increasingly interested in the idea of contemplative pedagogy. This is the notion that we can foster a…
When I was a teenager, I used to read the comics section of the newspaper on a fairly regular basis. For some reason I’ve gotten…
I sat next to empty seats on my two flights up to Hartford (changing planes in Charlotte) so I didn’t talk to much of anyone until I got on the shuttle I’d reserved. I was sharing the vehicle with three young folks who looked to be in their mid-twenties. As we pulled away from the airport, I said, “Hey, I noticed y’all had instruments. Are you musicians then?”
The reply: “No, we’re not, we just enjoy carrying musical instruments with us wherever we go.”
I recently finished Meditation as Contemplative Inquiry by Arthur Zajonc. Here are a few brief notes. It’s rare for me to finish a book and…
After eleven years on the job in faculty development, I just led my first session that didn’t have anything to do with technology. The subject?…
Imagine walking into a party full of people you’ve never met, but whom you know more or less intimately because they’ve been pouring their hearts…
It’s Quiet Day again, here at the university. And I must say it is quiet on campus. I like the idea of Quiet Day —…
It comes but twice a year, here at the university: Quiet Day. It’s the day after the classes end but before finals begin. I’d like…