Why do we remember? Why recall anything, even if it made us feel good and especially if it made us feel bad?
Category: Teacher Feature
The Good Steward
Each day when I wake up, I think of how can I live a purposeful life. The answer is always found in the last words I can remember hearing from my grandmother. “Be intentional about everything you do,” she said
Where the Hell is Larry?
Ways to Stay Engaged with Your Writing Why do we write? Presumably, it is because we have something to say. When the muse kisses us, whether in a classroom, sitting in a garden, at museum, or right before we get out of bed on an early Saturday morning, we are set alight and nothing can … Continue reading Where the Hell is Larry?
Keeping It Real: Finding Comedy in Tragedy
2014 was probably the worst year of my life. It was one year after completing college, a slew internships, and teaching abroad but still, I had not found a job. This was the backdrop to a personal life that was spiraling out of f***ing control. My then boyfriend of four years was cheating … Continue reading Keeping It Real: Finding Comedy in Tragedy
Labor Leaders Exhibit
The Workers' Rights are Human Rights: Labor Leaders Past and Present essay and poster are exhibit is now open and traveling between St. Louis Community College campuses. The exhibit which is available online @ laborleadersexhibit.com, features poster art and essays created by STLCC honors students, guest artists, and visiting scholars. The works are dedicated to … Continue reading Labor Leaders Exhibit
The Boy in the Crimson Veil
by Daphne M. Rivers Gun smoke, panic, and flashing lights - it's the sort of thing of celluloid fantasy, a tide of anger slams into the shores of our fear and complacency when it washes out there is only you, a boy in the crimson veil. Neighborhood heroes and saviors line the pavement, purposeless because … Continue reading The Boy in the Crimson Veil
Dummy Doll Lover
by Daphne M. Rivers Lothario, Lothario, poor boy being flung about, by a two-foot terror in white ribbons. He keeps a smile all the while, with pounding fist and parted lips, She beats that pretty face till it cracks then gives. Spoiling her Sunday best as She stoops in the dust, in cotton dress baptized … Continue reading Dummy Doll Lover
