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...
by Lori Randall | Nov 20, 2020 | Reflections
Once upon a time, when traveling was a thing that people could do without worrying about inadvertently taking COVID-19 along for the ride, I drove up to Ashland early on a Sunday morning to join my boyfriend and his six-year-old daughter, who had been vacationing on...
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...
