On Life at a “Failing” School
From Nora.
From Nora.
Trying to delete a comment spam, I accidentally deleted the following, which was a favorite post, and which I therefore reprise now by reposting: Dec. 12, 2004 Wife Lissa, who is something of a goofball, installed a large post in the front yard – a 4×4 set in concrete – with a bowling ball as …
Playing Othello with Nora is pretty much a win-win for me. If I win, I get the visceral pleasure of victory. If she wins, I get the pride that comes with watching your child succeed. To be honest, I much prefer kicking her ass. She played white this evening, and of course I’m a very …
Nora’s golden menu.
I’ve been living Lissa’s construction adventures vicariously for months, so Sunday she was persuaded to take my parents and I to the job site down near Corona where she’s helping build a house. It was great seeing Lissa in her work environment, which I never really get to do. It’s a gorgeous straw bale home …
From Nora: Wickerpedia. Do a search….
Santa gave Kurt Vonnegut’s new book to Nora and me for Christmas, and I finished it this morning. Perhaps when I’ve more time I’ll jot down some ideas about Vonnegut’s significance to me as a writer (or perhaps I already have, though the idea deserves a bit more development than you’ll find there). But for …
With help from Nora, the Easy-Do Parties lady wishes you and yours an electric Christmas.
The holiday ritual of indeterminate origin returned to the Heineman-Fleck household over the weekend with the hanging of a small rubber chicken, at least two plastic bananas and other assorted traditional family remembrances. “Where’s the pickle,” Nora asked as soon as the lights went up. And so the pickle launched this year’s Yule festivity. I …
In which Nora talks to the Army recruiter: I wonder what happens to those files, anyway. Do they keep them to make sure our stories match up? If I tell the Air Force that I want to go to UNM and major in philosophy, will they know that I’ve already told the Army that I …