Silly observations

Biscuits Evolved. He Didn’t: A Story About Bullying, Memory, and Karma

When my son mentioned his adoption without hesitation, I realized how differently families talk about belonging. What was taboo in one culture was simply truth in ours—and something we never felt the need to hide.

When I heard Pink Floyd playing in a nursing home, I realized the soundtrack had changed—and so had my place between my students and the residents. The work hasn’t changed. The people haven’t changed. Only the generations have.

I am still trying to understand the logic that makes a potato peeler an appropriate replacement for a cheese slicer.