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Together we Carry the Light

Last year, in a podcast episode, I read an email nearly in its entirety. Its author was to be my (then) three-year-old son’s new preschool teacher. Kellie knew her from childhood, the Waldorf community being the modest size that ti is, but this was my first impression. She was writing to introduce herself and alsoContinue reading “Together we Carry the Light”

Ambushed in a Kindergarten Classroom

We all know by now that little things have a funny way of getting under my skin, but even after a lifetime of this, I still am pretty terrible at anticipating which things they will be and when. I spent all fall in the grips of one of them, and this one really sneaked upContinue reading “Ambushed in a Kindergarten Classroom”

Let’s hear it for the breathing space-rock

I don’t honestly remember the last time I came on here just to check in and share some random thoughts in writing, so here I am – lest I forget how to do it. I don’t exactly feel regret about this; I’ll freely admit when I’m being neglectful, but in this case, the focus has justContinue reading “Let’s hear it for the breathing space-rock”

Notes for Episode 4: “Love Story at the End of the World” with David Ashley

What an episode! Here’s some notes: Last week’s piece on hope at the circus: https://wizardofmonadnock.com/2017/02/21/how-i-found-hope-at-the-circus/ Dave’s archive of outstanding film criticism: https://killerstencil.com/ Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 23, 2nd Movement: Adagio The New World on Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_New_World_(2005_film) And as always – if only for a laugh- check out the Patreon. And if you want to chip in? Well, whoContinue reading “Notes for Episode 4: “Love Story at the End of the World” with David Ashley”

How I Found Hope at the Circus

“…then maybe there’s actually hope for the world,” I said to my wife. “And how often do you ever hear me say something like that?” “Less often than a blue moon,” she replied. She was being charitable. It’s not that I’m a dour person (though it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been so accused). IContinue reading “How I Found Hope at the Circus”