NOTE: The names in this story are used with permission. One of the absolute joys that came with ending my career in education as a professor for the last 14 years was the students—most practicing teachers. We got to know each other really well. Many of them I taught a half-dozen times in various courses. Many late-night phone calls. Dozens of meetings at coffee shops for far too many reasons to list. And lots of, “Dr. D., Can I ask you a question after class” hourlong discussions. I loved my students… Read more My First Grad-Child →
I am no Diva! OK…maybe just a little bit.
Today, I was back in my study, catching up on sports from the 1980s. Sandy was in the kitchen with Chloe, and Boomer was sitting in HIS chair in the… Read more The DIVA →
Like any sane person, I am opposed to all gun violence around us these days. I also don’t understand the ranting and raving from the folks who appear about as… Read more The .410-gauge Christmas →
Religion was easy at our house. A blessing before every meal. My brother, Bill, still says the same prayer that Daddy always said. Not sure why I never learned it.… Read more The Revival and the Homecoming Dance →
Wilmer School had a junior high basketball team, and by the time I was in the sixth grade, I had a pretty good backyard-peach-basket jump shot. Since my daddy was… Read more Homecourt Advantage →
I grew up in the tiny town of Wilmer, Alabama. Wilmer was so small it only had one Baptist Church. I once heard one of Wilmer’s senior citizens brag that… Read more Growing up in Smalltown, Alabama →
I am 73. I have a doctorate from Auburn University. I taught for 14 years as a professor in the UNCC College of Education, achieving tenure and emeritus status. I… Read more →