by Lori Randall | Aug 28, 2020 | Reflections
Every year of the decade-or-so that I lived in Madison, Loran Miller would recruit me, as summer meandered into autumn, for the harvest. Handing me two plastic five-gallon buckets and pointing me in the general direction of the wheelbarrow, which I would need when the...
by Lori Randall | Jul 7, 2020 | Chronicle
About eight weeks ago, when I was offered the teaching position that would take me away from St. Anthony’s, I had a difficult bit of discernment to do. On the one hand, I had been trying for almost 30 years to obtain teacher certification in the K-12 school...
