What working in an almost empty school
about the future of learning
–> in Chalkbeat
STOPLOOK&LISTEN for this recent essay, “REMOTE TEACHER LOVE” —
on my favorite lit site in LA —
Nick Lowe image courtesy https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Nick_Lowe_Jesus_of_Cool.jpg
layout by me very own olda sis-ta-ta Anne. I love her.
fotos by Steffie; see caption.
IN THE NEWS: I had spent the past two years waking up every day thinking, “Today’s the day Madeleine Brand invites me to be on Pressplay.” And then one day it happened.
In The Mushroom Farmer — to confront food insufficiency in Los Angeles made even worse by COVID-19, the mf expands his vegetable garden to the parkway between sidewalk and curb
Before the mf left, he was frantic to weed Row 6, which was choked with crabgrass. The crabgrass in particular recalled the zig-zag stitches of Frankenstein’s monster, that lonesome and vicious brute. Row 6 altogether made the mf feel the sharp-tooth wound of raising a miscreant. It was neither this nor that. Yes, nigella thrived there, deep blue or purple or light blue or white & blue flowers, always something different with nigella, and always profuse, and yetContinue reading “The Mushroom Farmer, Book 3, Chapter 14”
Did you hear I have an essay featured in Best American Sports Writing 2020?
“How I Got to First Base,” The Sun, November 2020
“The Orange Appreciation Award,” The Sun, March 2020
“Gritty All Day Long,” The Sun, November 2019
and dang if you have made it all the way to this auspicious point, it sounds like you have something you might want to say. In which case all you gotta do is holler