Our Sense of Time and Place

In my last year of teaching, I knew it was my last year of teaching, at least for a time. I didn't know it in a calculated reasonable way. I didn't know that I knew, but with that ever elusive sixth sense, I knew, “I am leaving here. My time is limited. This will soon … Continue reading Our Sense of Time and Place

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These Chains

“You have got to be quiet or the slave catchers are going to find us!”  The rustles, thumps, whispers and barely veiled exclamations suddenly ceased.  Pitch black darkness filled the hot basement room, and the boiler in the room beside us shuddered and hissed.  I couldn’t see any of them, but at least my urgent … Continue reading These Chains