During December, I am a baking whirling dervish. I bake hundreds of cookies to hand out to family, friends, coworkers, and students. My freezer (and tummy are full.) However, in December of 2010, I was swamped. I was teaching full-time and attending graduate school part-time. …
It was the last class on a Friday afternoon. It was hot in the classroom and smelled like freshman boy. You know, sweat with a layer of Axe body spray over it? Let the whining begin. “Why do we have to write this down? It …
“All right. Ready to drive?” That was not a question I was expecting 20 minutes into my first driving lesson. I had never actually driven before. Somehow, “Sure,” came out of my mouth. I had no idea what I was doing. So, I faked it as best …