The Observer's Commonplace
An English Professor’s Lessons in Not Lecturing
I was a misfit growing up — an old codger in young skin. I pestered and harried my instructors from Martley to Malvern, including Prof. Harry, a
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Thoughts, stories, and ideas.
I was a misfit growing up — an old codger in young skin. I pestered and harried my instructors from Martley to Malvern, including Prof. Harry, a
A symposium, a chance meeting, and a card — summer 2000
Dear: a word I hold near my heart’s core— but not so near as to disrupt its regular beating. My heart I hold more dear
Erma's wit had my deepest affection, despite my utterly shallow grasp of domestic American humor. She was—forgiving her youth— a competent incompetent witness,