Adapting
An essay about teaching and learning in this new environment.
Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard Memorial Site
An essay about teaching and learning in this new environment.
Today I spent a very long day in a hospital waiting room. Cheri’s sister-in-law is dying so her family is here to comfort one another, to try and arrange for hospice care so that she could go home for her last hours or days. I’m here to support Cheri. Memories are triggered, free association begins. […]
It’s Christmas 2019. I’m visiting the kids and grandson. Donna is here too, as is Marc, Aaron’s step-dad. I think it has been raining, but I haven’t looked out the window to check. It’s still dark outside. I’m not the only one awake (Max, at 16 months, is an early riser), but I’m the only […]
He lost belief in almost everything. You might say he had a mysterectomy. Entanglements in quantum physics (also in relationships): Once 2 systems have interacted they must from that point on be considered a single system, even if they fly apart from each other and remain widely separate. Ian Smolin, “NYRB The Other Einstein” June […]
How time flies. And with it memory, as swift or swifter. I picked up a book, The Fall, with me over fifty years, how I couldn’t say. I thought all the books from those years were left in a barn in Peculiar Missouri. Some of those books, only a few, i would have liked to […]
Yet another excerpt from Patrick’s collection of files called Scattered Notes.odt. There are still another 60 or 70 pages to add, so it will take some time to share them all with you. From Gretchen: One of my earliest memories is cops giving us sandwiches at a Greyhound Station. Tile floors. Ugly light. JP already […]
She left notes all over the house. Notes of regret, of recrimination and self-recrimination, of childhood memories. One by one he found them, and began a deep file into which one day he would look again, only superficially noting her silent reflections on her life and theirs together. Among these, a list of lovers, going […]
The oncologist put his hand with outspread fingers in front of my nose. He had asked me to come alone to his office. “You don’t have to shove it in her face,” he said. “But you will want to know. She is going to die. She waited too long.” She found out for sure when […]
Only thought is fleeter than light. Five hours and light reaches us from Pluto. But in a nanosecond we can reach Pluto in our minds. We are not there, except in thought, but that is the point. The same happens with time travel. With a flick of a dendrite I stand on a varnished floor […]
Another short block from Patrick’s Scattered Notes collection. I don’t know if the poem belonged with the paragraph, but it doesn’t hurt to combine them here. Perhaps because it was my first visit to Europe, when I was young and in love, the simplest detail gave the thrill of adventure – unsliced bread, fresh every […]
A segment from Patrick’s Scattered Notes collection. No one can deny that the media are changing the world. The three T’s – TV, Tabloids, and Tattler-ism are infecting every susceptible mind on the Tube network. Murders in remote English towns are rivaled by cannibals in a US city. The worst black-gay-immigrant bashing in Madrid is […]
Here’s the prequel to Patrick’s autobiographical story https://www.patrick-meadows.com/heading-to-coos-bay/ about his brief time as a lumberjack with Lee. I found this in Patrick’s Scattered Notes collection. I was choker setter. Lee chased the cat. Before starting college, I looked for a summer job to accumulate funds for my studies. My parents could not afford to send […]
My patriotic thoughts. A little late posting here, but written for 4th. Patriotism is not about the size of our flag, the songs we sing, the fireworks we explode, or our prideful boasts claiming “we’re number one.” Patriotism is about living the ideals of our founding fathers, of having a welcoming heart and open arms, […]
Tony and Eve were dear, dear friends of Patrick and Stephanie. I found this reference to Tony and Eve, a scan of a page dated 8 Sep 2015, in Patrick’s “Fred” folder. Could the book have been one of Fred’s, or a gift from Fred to Patrick? I don’t imagine I’ll ever know. JPI’m the […]
I am constantly distracted from the beauty surrounding me by anguish of one sort or another. Just now, leaning out the dining room window to look at the sun just cresting over the church to illuminate my side of the valley, a nightingale singing in a nearby lemon tree, my eye was drawn to the […]