First Snow

Snowball snow.  Heavy and wet.  I thought as I slipped my way out to the car that Andy, the principal of our neighborhood elementary school, would hate this snow.  First snow.  Snowball snow. My girls would love this.  But I had to drive in it.  I picked up my carpool buddy, and we headed to…

Remember

I teach this senior elective on the autobiography and memoir.  Right now we are reading a group of writers who always make me think: Lucy Grealy, David Sedaris, Anne Lamott, and Harvey Pekar.  A wonderful assignment from last week was to write (after reading Sedaris’s “Twelve Moments in the Life of and Artist” from Me…

Powerful memories

Paul over at quoteflections posted today about Clementines.  He’s got me thinking and remembering. In South Dakota in the 1960s foods were good and the measure of a cook was how well she (usually) could capture summer in the freezer bag, the canning jar, the jam pot, and the pickle pail.  Fresh fruits in the…