Category: guest blogger

  • A Day in the Life: The Director of Social Services

    A Day in the Life: The Director of Social Services

    I am the Director of Social Services at a not-for-profit continuing care community in Tucson, Arizona. The facility, Handmaker Jewish Services for the Aging, offers a multitude of living options, all on one campus. We provide independent living (where residents come to the dining room for meals, but receive no other assistance), assisted living, advanced…

  • A Day in the Life: I Am a Hat Rack

    A Day in the Life: I Am a Hat Rack

    Four years ago, a new semester started in my online classes, and I got scared. In one of my sections of research writing, a section that was very lively from the first day and never ceased to have excellent energy, there was this one student, and she made me nervous. You see, during the first…

  • I Want to Hold Their Hands, Part 2: A Day in the Life of a Stay-at-Home Father and English Teacher

    I Want to Hold Their Hands, Part 2: A Day in the Life of a Stay-at-Home Father and English Teacher

    Below is Part 2 of my friend Andy’s “Day in the Life” essay, detailing his hours as a stay-at-home father and English teacher. This one focuses on the teaching. If you missed Part 1, you can read it here. ———————– When we finally get home, I see that it is almost 2 pm. This means…

  • I Want to Hold Their Hands, Part I: A Day in the Life of a Stay-at-Home Father and English Teacher

    I Want to Hold Their Hands, Part I: A Day in the Life of a Stay-at-Home Father and English Teacher

    A few weeks ago, when I posted “Salt on the Road,” a rundown of a day in my working life, I put out a call to others: I love knowing what people do for their work; more specifically, I wondered if there was anyone who would be willing to write an essay detailing his/her daily…

  • when your kid is sick (guest post)

    when your kid is sick (guest post)

    Social media inspires mighty lots of moaning. So much is lost! No one talks face-to-face anymore! Everyone on [insert social media platform of choice] is dumb! Rude! Annoying! People waste too much time clicking on stupid stuff! When these kids grow up and try to get jobs, they won’t know how to function in the real…

  • Coffee Break

    I’m feeling very fortunate. During these busy summer months when finding even ten minutes to sit down and write seems impossible, I’ve been lucky enough to have a fine writer named Shelly become a Facebook friend. Shelly has been wanting to share a story of something that happened while she was traveling–yet she hasn’t wanted…

  • Becoming a Badass

    When I first started blogging in 2006, I learned to make the rounds of other people’s blogs. As we do. First, I read one person’s blog, and then I’d click on the comment of one of the readers of that blog and be taken to his/her blog, and so on and so on and so…

  • A Guest Post from My Pal Jim Who Grew Up in Wisconsin, Spent Many Years in Minnesota, and Now Lives in Palm Springs

    So, yes, the post below is the latest pinch hitting by my friend, Jim; in past times, he’s also written about performing in GREASE and seeing Elizabeth Taylor. In this latest, he considers his move to California a couple of years back. Enjoy his musings, as I jet off to Colorado this weekend to help…

  • Herein My Former Dean and Always Friend, Jim, Gives Me A Guest Blogger Assist During a Week Where I Might Lose My Mind Otherwise

    Sometimes helping a friend and engaging in public navel gazing are the same thing. In this case, I offered to write a guest blog for Jocelyn because I know she’s just started school, has all her junk all over the house, and can’t find her Triscuits. Recently I was remembering an annoying woman I met…

  • Twenty-Three Years and Thirteen Days

      In terms of female friendships, I have sixty-eleventeen inspirations but only three true Women of My Life. One of these three I met in 1985, in a dorm lounge, where she was being way too cute and cynical and cutting for her own good. Intimidated, I decided I didn’t like her. She kept being…