Red Room Where the Writers Are

Just as I predicted, right before grades are due the students compliment me more, and want to touch me.

Right before finals, students become more friendly.  Some undergraduate males behave affectionately, and try to touch me, to pet me.  Sometimes I'm not fast enough to stop it.

When I was a very young teacher, a colleague came into my office to theoretically talk, but what he mostly seemed to want to do was tell me how to be a teacher.  He wanted to prepare me for my lif

A therapist friend of mine once said that when her practice grew smaller, people leaving the work and moving on to other things or other therapies or other countries, she used to fret.  She would

I so need your help.  I'm in trouble.  I'm late.  I haven't ordered my books yet for next semester.  And I can tell you why.  It's because this semester, I walked into a class almost completel

Some time back in 1992 or 1993, I got a wild hair to create the first gay and lesbian literature class on the Diablo Valley College campus.  I think I'd been talking with the Dean of Students, who

The past couple of weeks, I have been trying to present the novel Fight Club in my freshman composition classes.  Some time in the spring of last year, I sat in my office, trying to fig

I taught my first Skype class last night, speaking with people as far away as Georgia and as nearby as Emeryville about how to plot a novel.

For a few months, I have been casting out in the universe for the next thing.  I wondered if I was going to take another acting class, going back to study with the improv teacher I worked with a f