Wanna play?

Wanna play?

“Wanna play?” That was a standard greeting between my neighbor, Julie and me. If it were summer in the Midwestern suburb where we grew…

On sabbatical. Or something.

On sabbatical. Or something.

Sabbatical. Professor So-And-So is on sabbatical. That’s quite special and important, isn’t it? That time away is practically holy. (What does one actually do…