by Lori Randall | Jan 13, 2022 | Reflections
Those of us who grew up in the United States learned about it in school. Those of us who live in the United States sometimes refer to it in conversation and occasionally see and hear snippets of it on television, the radio, newspapers, or the internet. References to...
by Lori Randall | Oct 21, 2021 | Reflections
There was a locust tree in the back yard of my parents’ house. Its spindly, feathery leaves and smooth, compact trunk seemed out of place among the rough, sprawling trunks and sturdy, angular leaves of Kansas’ cottonwoods. Moreover, something about the tree’s color...
by Lori Randall | Jul 29, 2021 | Reflections
In 1993, on a journey to Moscow, Russia, I encountered iconography in a spectacular way. Icons seemed to be everywhere. To my 19-year-old eyes, this ubiquitous spiritual art, like everything else in the former (but only just former) Soviet Union seemed mysterious,...
by Lori Randall | May 6, 2021 | Reflections
Occasionally, one of my students would accidentally call me “Mom.” This would not have been unusual, if I’d taught Kindergarten or first or second grade. But I did not teach at an elementary school. I taught at a university. Inevitably, the student who had...
by Lori Randall | Feb 18, 2021 | Reflections
I am alone on this night road, with nothing for company but the hum of the tires, the purr of the engine, and the transmissions – some as strong as if the speaker were sitting next to me, some barely audible beneath the static – fading in and out of the radio lying on...
