I was skeptical, but it heated back up to 400 and my sausage rolls finished browning. Hooray! I am a culinary genius! But then the baking gods laughed at my hubris.
New Omens
Winter Sunshine
Every person who really knows me can also tell you about my not-so-secret crush on Ernest Hemingway, which -- considering his views on happiness -- leads me to sadly conclude he would find my latest antics evidence of an imbecilic mind. I prefer to think of myself as an brilliant mastermind manipulating the masses. And by masses, I mean my students. And by manipulating, I mean trying to fix what is broken.
42 is the Answer
At the end of September 2020 and in the midst of the Covid lockdown and hellish online teaching, I made a decision to take better care of myself and try to undo years of neglect. Sure, I had been exercising and even worked to the point where I could run around a 12 minute mile... Continue Reading →
More Writing… whaaaaaat?
Another writing for my grad school class. Yep. Finally a class where I feel as though I can take a deep breath, lock it in my chest, and slowly let it escape. Each week we get to participate in an online Writers' Workshop type of model, and our professor gives us a piece for inspiration.... Continue Reading →
East of
This week, my grad school class had us write a creative response to N. Scott Momaday's "The Way to Rainy Mountain." It feels good to write a bit. Here is my response: Mom always woke early to till the parched earth, tenderly prune back tentacles of grapes, and rise high above cherry boughs, plucking sweet... Continue Reading →
New Year, Old Me
Let's cast aside this well-intentioned notion of goal-setting written on the fresh diaper of the New Year's baby; we know what will come of most of these pursuits -- the same thing you will find inside that tidy diaper a few weeks after the newness has worn off and you realize that, in fact, slapping... Continue Reading →
Christy G. Thomas 