I’ve probably been overly optimistic about the level of distraction this hat actually provides.
Author: tara40
Sabbatical, Day 61: Back to School, 25 Years Later …
Yesterday, like my seventh grader and so many around the country, I went back to school. It’s been nearly a quarter century since I enjoyed olive, mushroom and onion pizza at Kirby Student Center. Two and a half decades since I studied media relations in the orange-and-white checkered Ven Den. Twenty-five years since I drove…
Sabbatical, Day 28: Constellation, CrowdStrike, and Other Crises
“Who goes to Florida in July?” my friend Beavis texted, as mockingly as one can via text.
“It’s just for these events,” I replied. “It’s not like a long vacation or anything.”
Sabbatical, Day 19: The Deep Red, Deep Green Woods … and Tim Sandlin
Tim loved the work I shared with him and told me that I should “immediately quit (my) job and become a dishwasher.”
Sabbatical, Day 18: Payne-Phalen, Proctor Knott, Goldenrod, and Dignity …
The ticket to the middle class my diploma-only Dads had doesn’t exist in the way it once did, not in my ore-dusted hilltop community, in Payne-Phalen, or here in Goldenrod.
