Saint Hewett

I cut my hair off on Monday. Like, a lot of it. I chopped nearly a foot off in a braid, and my housemate took clippers to the rest. After skyping an alumni w...

Dr. Schaak used to always tell our literature classes at Multnomah, "The goal of literature is empathy." I told my students that in our last gathering all to...

I can't remember if I mentioned publicly about my monthly commitment to read Isaiah this year. This month, I'm choosing one verse each chapter that stands ou...

This week had some low lows for me. I cried in front of two coworkers on separate occasions Thursday morning just before I taught my first lesson. If I hadn'...

As people asked me about how work and life are going this week, I usually answered honestly that there have been several highs and lows. I still absolutely l...

Nobody's perfect, but occasionally I've discovered I'm capable of teaching students useful things. My TA recently told me that she learns something from me e...

Earlier this week a teacher friend of mine in America was telling me a student recently asked her, "Do you even know who TobyMac is?" And when she replied, "...

I love broccoli. I think it's delicious, and we should stop hating on all the tasty veggies out there. Vegetables can taste wonderful, but we condition chil...

Last year I wrote a post about how I was living in an apparent utopia, and I drew some comparisons to LeGuin's short story "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omela...

Helen started this morning's lesson in church by asking the congregation what some of the biggest gifts they've ever received were. Some adults went spiritua...

You know how I said last week was rough? Well, I got sick this week, and it's still been rough. Don't worry, I already use essential oils, over the counter m...

I love good stories - short ones with a witty punch at the end, long ones with clever twists and satisfying endings after rising action. I don't really love ...