I got some bad ideas in my head.
Some of my academic friends think Ive fallen from a very special grace.
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.
Baseball is about homecoming. It is a journey by theft and strength, guile and speed, out around first to the far island of second, where foes lurk in the reefs and the green sea suddenly grows deeper, then to turn sharply, skimming the shallows, making for a shore that will show a friendly face, a color, a familiar language and, at third, to proceed, no longer by paths indirect but straight, to home.
A liberal education is at the heart of a civil society, and at the heart of a liberal education is the act of teaching.
There are a lot of people who know me who can't understand for the life of them why I would got to work on something as unserious as baseball. If they only knew.
Teaching is an instinctual art, mindful of potential, craving of realizations, a pausing, seamless process.
As long as you tithe you cannot be greedy or needy.
This pervasive idea that trans women deserve violence needs to be abolished. It’s a socially sanctioned practice of blaming the victim. We must begin blaming our culture, which stigmatizes, demeans, and strips trans women of their humanity.
Lowering prices is easy. Being able to afford to lower prices is hard.
My father was the first to see through the schemes of the white man.