With apologies to my readers who were wondering what happened to the blog, I am back.
Last week I was away at a meeting of readers of the ordination examinations of third-year seminarians. It was a full—and exhausting—week, full of spirited discussions about ethics, moral theology, church history, and the theory and practice of ministry.
I returned to Central Texas to receive the first batch of essays from the students in the introduction to fiction course. Since that time I have been reading essays on Flannery O’Connor (and gently correcting students who referred to the noted writer of short stories as “he”) while alternating grading with more work in the yard—attempting to transform our limestone rockpile into a beautiful garden.
The papers are almost finished; the garden is a much larger project. I will return to an account of our adventures in our new home and random thoughts on life and times.
Last week I was away at a meeting of readers of the ordination examinations of third-year seminarians. It was a full—and exhausting—week, full of spirited discussions about ethics, moral theology, church history, and the theory and practice of ministry.
I returned to Central Texas to receive the first batch of essays from the students in the introduction to fiction course. Since that time I have been reading essays on Flannery O’Connor (and gently correcting students who referred to the noted writer of short stories as “he”) while alternating grading with more work in the yard—attempting to transform our limestone rockpile into a beautiful garden.
The papers are almost finished; the garden is a much larger project. I will return to an account of our adventures in our new home and random thoughts on life and times.
Again, the picture is simply presented for your enjoyment.
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Welcome back! Once a prof always a prof, I guess.
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