Eight more days until my first teaching day. Can’t wait to meet students in my “American Civilization Since 1865” and “Antebellum America” course. Regarding the latter, we will use Tuscaloosa as a “lab” to study space and power. More on that down the road. For now, know that if we are in an actual classroom… Continue reading eight more days
Celine: Three days later, I am in and out of shock and grief. I am holding on to Lakas as I hold on to Dawn. Dawn and I were just working on the shoot and preparing for Seattle. On Thursday, she texted me that she was “excited!!!” Like me. At our shoot, she was going […]
I opened my mailbox and smiled. The latest issue of Alabama Heritage was inside. Among the featured stories is an article I wrote on how young women sidestepped stereotypes about southern belles by obtaining an education in the years leading to and beyond the Civil War. Above is a picture of African American… Continue reading Alabama Heritage magazine article in mailbox today
Less than fifty days left until the new school year begins. Much on my plate as I sort through so much. The hibiscus reminds me of my beginnings in Miami. Old documents remind me of the sacrifices of my parents and those from whom we descend. Seagrape leaves make me remember a past that is… Continue reading musings
One of the best sounds I have ever heard as a professor: the sound of coughing and pages turning and pencils and pens moving during an exam. I heard all of that this morning during the Final Exam in my “American Civilization to 1865” course. And just like that, save the grades that still need… Continue reading tick tock..and it was over
One exam to proctor and then it’s over. Highlight of the day: an email from a purported sixth grader in Pike Road, Alabama, who wants to know about the future of humanities. I hope he becomes my pen pal. It’s not my area of expertise, but I shared what could. In my favorite Harriet Tubman… Continue reading Musings
I returned to Alabama last night with an Ebertfest high. Just what the doctor ordered – literally – after very stressful recent weeks. Five days of films and panels and warm conversations with old and new friends. I first met Mr. Ebert in 2002 when I was a volunteer for the Sundance Film Festival.… Continue reading ebertfest high
