This post is for you romantic-wannabes - guys, I'm guessing, for the most part. Consider this your Valentine’s Day primer; a free, on-line graduate course in pitching-and-wooing that special someone. What can I tell you? I’m a teacher. Read and learn from my friend Jacques. MLL In an age where there is sometimes a fine … Continue reading Chivalry in an Age of Indifferent Insouciance
“Go forth…and don’t multiply!” That was my pre-emptive rebuke to my students as they departed my classroom each period on Valentines Day. I would say it as I opened the door when the bell rang, using a tone of voice I intended to be ‘firm’ but after ninety-minutes with each group, my tenor may have … Continue reading Admonition
“You see, you spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball, and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time.” – Former major leaguer & Author Jim Bouton Life is a scorecard; an encrypted story in exotic-to-the-unwashed hieroglyphs, easily and quickly translated by those versed in … Continue reading Eternal spring
It would be cliché to say that some of the greatest teachers I have had in my life never stood in front of a classroom; the best lessons rarely came framed by chalkboard proscenium. One of the most unique teachers I ever encountered, I had the privilege of seeing in action holding class for his solitary student in … Continue reading Characters who helped shape mine (#2 in a series) The Professor
Yes, Felix - there is a Santa Claus. Or in the case of the Family Lucker, there are numerous Santas. Not to mention a pervasive spirit of Santa Claus and what he represents. In the late 1800's, a young girl named Virginia wrote to New York newspaper editor Francis Church asking 'if there really was a … Continue reading Santa Thoughts for a Grandson’s First Christmas
Thats when you can check out my recently-migrated-to-WordPress poetry blog. https://markluckerpoet.wordpress.com/ All poetry, all the time.
Walk into our home at any given time my fifteen-year-old son Will is home and you are likely to hear the distinctive sounds of typing emanating from his room at the far end of the hallway. Typing. As in metal keys striking paper rolled around a cylindrical tube called a ‘platen.’ The steady, rhythmic click-clack-clack-click … Continue reading Just my type, writer