I am humble–very. I teach literature and writing well, but do both badly. I often go on reading binges on specific topics or authors: open theology, C. S. Lewis, G. K. Chesterton. My house is littered with hiking sticks, but I just bought aluminun hiking poles to save my knees and make it less likely that turkey vultures will pick my bones somewhere in the Siskiyous after a crippling fall. My four boys are grown, but home is still a trampoline. Teckla, my wife of 33 years, made buttermilk biscuits from scratch this morning, but pizza from a box for lunch.
