Category Archives: Broken Glass Waltzes

HeroesCon 2019: Day 2 — Nice Shirt

The day isn’t over yet, but I think I can bring us essentially up to date. I woke up around 7 this morning, wrote the previous post, and let the Spawn sleep in while I went downstairs to the hotel … Continue reading

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Saturday Potpourri: Random Reads Edition

We’re having our first brutally hot spell of the year, with the highs on the verge of cracking the three-digit mark and skies the approximate color of a swimming pool liner. This is expected to continue at least until late … Continue reading

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Friday Potpourri: The Grand Old Game Edition

I’ll be spending a large chunk of this afternoon and evening at Mondoville’s baseball stadium, as we’re hosting a regional round of the NCAA Division II baseball tournament — the first time that has happened in the college’s history. It’s … Continue reading

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In Which the Prof Leaves a Very Small Mark, and Is Content

A few minutes ago, I was looking to see if a story I wrote many years ago is still available online (It is, but it takes some digging, as the webzine no longer appears to be active. And there’s another one … Continue reading

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Sunday Evening Potpourri: Beauty and Sadness Edition

A bit less than an hour ago, I returned to Mondoville after having spent about 40 or so hours in the environs of Lexington, KY. The occasion for my travel was not one I would have chosen, but it was … Continue reading

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Time Machines

Brian Morton of Sarah Lawrence College had a fine article in yesterday’s NYT about a topic I’ve addressed in the past. As a medievalist — as a teacher of literature — part of my job is to walk my kids through … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving, 2018

Yesterday, my dad’s best friend sent me a picture of the building that I believe was my first home with my parents. It’s the intersection of 14th and Woodland Streets, in what is now the very trendy neighborhood of East … Continue reading

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