Well, we’ve finally arrived at the big day: it’s Antigua Eve! Tomorrow morning at 7 a.m., assuming all goes according to schedule (which, as we all know, is a huge and hopeful assumption when…
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I knew from the start that Mike was one of the good guys. How, you ask? It might have something to do with the fact that he immediately tried to be helpful to me–he…
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I’m not a native Texan. I arrived in San Antonio fifteen years ago this summer, prepared to take on my first full-time gig as a professor and thinking I’d stay only as long as…
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As we wrap up this week before Easter, I’ve had the chance to see both of my children–one of them for a few hours, the other for the entirety of his Easter break from…
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Spring semester is always difficult for me, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because fall semester is the start of a school year, so everyone is a little more energetic–and spring is when…
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I’m six weeks into a new semester, and I am swamped. Not with piles of grading–the point at which things start piling up is just in the offing. And not with the multitude of…
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I come from a family of hoarders. Not the kind you’re going to see on TV–my mom didn’t save stacks of newspapers or collect stray cats. She did, however, keep dozens of old sheets…