Sorting through my office, confronting the hamster nests of papers in order to pack and move, I found a piece of yellow legal paper on which I drafted (but never ultimately sent) a note of thanks to send to friends after my daughter Merida’s accident in the summer of 2011. (I blogged about her accident here.) … Continue reading I hope gratitude is never tardy
Back in the 1970s when I attended the Antioch School, the building itself seemed to be alive and breathing. (Here’s a piece about the school and the building by alum Tucker Viemiester.) In the Red Room (now Art & Science) we dipped candles, sewed clothing, fired glass, made pottery, and fixed our own lunch. My … Continue reading Loving a school
Because I know how life can be (nasty, brutish, and short) I want to can the end of last week and the anticipation of this week. If I could, during harder times to come, I’d go to the basement shelf, perhaps having forgotten completely the dusty Ball jar is even there, and discover it. It’s … Continue reading How can I can gratitude?
In walking through the thick murk of life “after” my daughter’s accident when she lost part of each finger on her left hand, I have been thinking and reading a lot about pity. From the free online dictionary: pit·y (pt) 1. Sympathy and sorrow aroused by the misfortune or suffering of another. I appreciate real … Continue reading The “p” word
As my colleague, Susanne, and I were designing a class on academic writing and discourse for graduate students at Antioch University McGregor, we had some great conversations about writing. I am new to this faculty job, and while I’ve been around academic writing as a writer and teacher in various contexts, I have a lot … Continue reading Academic! Writing! Demons!
Rebecca Kuder 