The cusp, or, I am not a tree

I’ve had the word “cusp” — “a point of transition between two different states,” according to my handy-dandy New Oxford American — floating around my brain for weeks now. I say it under my breath, savoring its punch, its shift from hard to hissing to plush. This is partly to blame on my morning habit…… Continue reading The cusp, or, I am not a tree

Letter to a Young Self

Dear Little Brynnie, It’s been a letter-y semester in my classes this fall as students try forms as a means of storytelling and essay-writing. I thought I’d give it a shot, too, because the truth is, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Mom just turned seventy a couple of weeks ago, which meant…… Continue reading Letter to a Young Self

To-Do List, Item #15: “You know the escape”

1. Write a 7-day to-do list, like you do every week. 2. Fill the list with myriad job-related tasks. Grade, prep, read, meeting, read, submit, upload, email, grade, grade, grade, meeting, meeting. Watch your pen fill the page, bleed off the page, make your fingers bleed. 3. Every week, write this at the bottom of…… Continue reading To-Do List, Item #15: “You know the escape”

Scratching at blackbirds

Today I am teaching a wonderful essay by Andre Acimen, “My Monet Moment,” in which he travels to Bordighera on a kind of quest to see what Monet painted there. I am enchanted by what he writes at the moment of his arrival: “I’ve come to Bordighera for Monet, not Bordighera—the way some go to…… Continue reading Scratching at blackbirds