If I Should Fall Behind

022815We’d first seen Albert and Gage firing up the dancers at the Central Market Cafe, then followed them to Donn’s Depot for a Wednesday evening show. When we booked them for our wedding, they said they’d learn one new song for us. I knew what it would be: Bruce Springsteen, If I Should Fall Behind. We danced to it in the kitchen, then on the temporary floor in our back yard hours after we were married under the oaks out front. And years later on a Saturday night at Donn’s Depot, we danced to it again. On the floor was the man with the glitter top, the woman in the burnt orange mini with little white boots. We slid right in. Albert and Gage have made the song their own in the six years since we married. But the lyrics are the same. “I’ll wait for you / Should I fall behind / Wait for me.”

February 28, 2015

Snow In Texas

0227151In the hotel breakfast room, girls competing in a national cheerleading competition scooted away from their moms. They congregated in ponytails, flannel pajama bottoms, sweatshirts decorated with glitter. Then someone said, “I had to come all the way to the South for snow,” and we all turned our heads toward the windows. The storm was here.022715We thought it was charming when we wiped off the windshield, caught a photo of a cactus dusted in white. But the ride home was long and slow. Semis insisted they merge as the lanes narrowed. The highway detoured onto the access road and then back onto the highway. Bridges slowed us while snow whirled above the road. It was nearly Waco before the highway was dry and back to its usual levels of danger. Snow in Texas — novel and tricky to navigate.

February 27, 2015

There’s a Free Minds in Dallas…

022615…and it’s rocking — vital, growing, run with compassion and conviction. I spent the day there touring the Frazier neighborhood, meeting with partners, discussing curriculum and attendance policies. So much of it is familiar — the setting up tables, laying out food and paper plates, the books and course packets and due dates. Yet this is its own thing, a classroom with a view of skyscrapers where Reg and Quincy and Jackie and Renee and V and Patrick and others gather around the table. I told them when you sit down to class, know our students are sitting down to class in Austin too. And they were, at that same time, in a classroom where the tables are gray, the view over a playground where it’s too cold for the kids to play. I listened all night, impressed and excited, while they pondered Margaret Sanger and agreed and disagreed about what’s come since. On the way out the door, they wished me a safe ride home, wishes, it turned out, I was going to need.

February 26, 2015


022515While I walk by the lake, I listen to an interview with the New Yorker cartoon editor. He says he knows what will be in his obituary, the punchline from his most famous comic — “How about never? Is never good for you?” Yesterday my social media lit up with notes about the anniversary of John Keats’ death and the phrase of his gravestone — “Here is one who was writ on water.” A former student grieves the suicide of a friend and veteran and sends me a link to a video she’d made of him. She keeps watching it. We seek ways to memorialize, to mark the place we have held on this earth. On this tree on the trail I discover dog tags, names written in pen. They represent those who died in poverty, the homeless of our city who were lost last year. Someone wanted to mark their place. Someone wanted them remembered.

February 25, 2015

Poached Egg on Toast

022415Morning eating is a ritual in our kitchen, and it takes the shape of our latest obsessions. Steel cut oats, or grain free. Eggs we call marbled because we scramble them in the pan. Tiny baked sweet potatoes. And these days toast — spelt — and eggs poached in floating green silicone cups. The butter is Kerry. The jam apricot. On a good day, a sliced orange sits between us on a wooden cutting board.

February 24, 2015

If You Make a Space

022315This was going to be a paragraph about our college fair, about the university reps and financial aid experts and college advisors who came together to share their knowledge with our students. But that paragraph didn’t want to be written, because what I care about days later is the room. Make a community space — a classroom, a computer lab, a comfy place with couches and bookshelves, and something will fill it. In Liverpool they’ve bought a mansion for those who love books, knowing that reading together can create change. Here one computer lab can train people on software, connect them on Facebook, facilitate a homework assignment, let a kid hang out with Nickelodeon. For us, it allows ACC applications, surveys, and now FAFSA paperwork that will enable them to keep going to school. Create the space, see what grows.

February 23, 2015

Oscar Night

022215Two days later, what remains of the Oscars? The endlessness of the broadcast. The discovery of Lady Gaga’s pipes, Chris now Googling to find her college performances, back when she was still called Stefani. John Legend and Common. How cozy it was in the den, cats and slippers and cleared plates. Disappointment for Richard Linklater. Disappointment for Michael Keaton. Another eye roll. Another stunning dress. Another canned insistence on the importance of Hollywood. Chris watching it beside me, because he’s such a good sport.

February 22, 2015