The Need Is So Great Jim Moore Sometimes I just sit like this at the window and watch the darkness come. If I’m smart, I’ll put on Bach. I’m thinking now of how far it always seems there is to go. Maybe it is too easy that I speak so often of late last light on a
I’m in the Las Vegas airport. It’s a lot like the rest of Las Vegas. I’m hearing a constant, numbing jingle of electronic casino sounds, which have apparently replaced any coin-clanking sounds of years gone by. And, because the universe knows I love comedy, Kenny Rogers is singing “The Gambler” over the PA system. There’s
A friend texted me yesterday to tell me hi–she saw me walking up the hill. She said I look taller. I think she’s right. Knowing I”m not going back to school next week has literally lifted me. I loved teaching. So much. I adored my students. I love our high school. It was amazing to
I’m writing lots of words this summer. Not in gigantic chunks (that’s what next week’s retreat is for), but I’m consistently and happily working on revision and finishing a(nother) draft. I write in my bed. I write in my “writing room” where I have a kitchen chair at a tiny desk and a yummy recliner
I’m done teaching. Not just for the school year. I mean, I’m DONE teaching. And I feel things about this. Mostly super happy things. I love not having my alarm set. I love going outside when I feel like it. I love wearing sweats and not doing my hair/face. I love taking a nap in
I’m in the middle of some last things, and it’s good. And hard. And good. Last night we had high school graduation, and not only did my youngest kid graduate, but I was involved in my last grad ceremony. My responsibilities were varied, and some of them were a little scary. I read the names
My sophomores (okay, not all of them) made me a dandelion crown today. I was on my prep, walking down the big staircase with huge windows, and someone was waving to me from outside on the lawn. I walked out to say hello (it was a physics class, and most of the kids in it