Day 56, May 11, 2020

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Slurry

Fifty six days.
It is Monday already.
The weekend feels like an afterthought.
There is chili cooking on the stove.
Apparently, there is a difference between cans of diced tomatoes
and pureed tomatoes.
My son graduated from college Friday.

The pandemic sometimes feels like we are playing out our lives as online personas.
Who has anything left to give any more?

It is unbearably cold.

It is hard to start writing again after the weekend off.

I am still reading the news,
but I try not to think about it.

A frame of photographs in my office.

The last brownie in a plastic container.

There is tomorrow.




From Our Friends:

From Teaching Tolerance:

Affirming Black Lives Without Inducing Trauma: This week, we were disappointed to see wide circulation of the videos showing Ahmaud Arbery's and Sean Reed's shooting deaths. Educators have a responsibility to engage with students about this violence against Black men—and the white supremacist systems that allow it to continue. But they must do so without re-traumatizing Black students and with extra care for their mental health. These resources can help.

Today's Online Teaching Tips:

From Inside Higher Ed:

A Plan for Resisting Zoombombing: Carlton E. Green provides advice for how to best respond to an incident and care for the people who have been impacted.

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