I used to teach writing at a community college. A long time
ago I chained myself to a post office. I used to drive a VW camper bus with
flowers painted on it. I used to play guitar every day. I don’t do those things
anymore except occasionally playing guitar. I miss the camper bus a lot. I miss
the energy I had for political engagement.
I don’t miss teaching writing. At
all.
In the summers, I am a part-time naturalist at the nearby
state park. I have slide shows and crafts and games, and people learn some cool
things about nature and no one has to write a paper about it or take a quiz. Except
for having to talk face-to-face with ninety or so strangers every weekend, it’s
a perfect job.
Every
time I read something I wrote about stuff I made, it sounds so ridiculous. I
don’t even know the voice that writes that crap. I just like to make things. I
make things out of clay. I make scenes out of Playmobil figures. I make ideas
into words. I’m learning how to make things out of wool. None of it is
fabulous, but most of it I like very much. I share it here hoping someone else
might like it, too. As a result, there is a page for ceramics, a page for
Playmobils, and maybe eventually a page for things I made from wool. Check back
often. I’m hoping to add new stuff on a regular basis.
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