An Hour A Day

Despite being generally poor at math, I have my own strange fixation on counting things, usually in multiples of five. As I take the Skip ...

Years ago, on a family trip to Washington, D.C., I told the boys that this trip was going to be the last hurrah of our practice of buying be...

After today, I have exactly seven weeks left of my life as a University of Colorado philosophy professor: three weeks of classes for my thre...

T. S. Eliot famously pronounced April to be the "cruelest month." I've often thought that he must have had the academic calend...

 Today is the day before April, the day for me to reprint my now-traditional day-before-April post. My mother was an elementary schoo...

Greetings from West Bloomfield, Michigan, where I've just finished up a wondrous week of school visits, taking advantage of the Universi...

Yesterday I went to my first followup appointment with the orthopedist since I fell just over two weeks ago and broke my foot. It's be...