About

PensiveBlogCall me Boz.

I teach writing and literature at the community-college level. I love words, the Episcopal liturgy, and Bonaventure Cemetery, the novels of Thomas Wolfe, the films of Krzysztov Kieślowski, and the periodic table of Dmitri Mendeleev. I have visited Monument Valley, the Outer Banks, and the women on death row in North Carolina. I play the piano, did play the bassoon, and play at the mandolin and the flute. I believe in the magic that happens in the glow of the red light, awash in the pungent odor of fixer.

I believe that words are the only means we have to connect with the world and with one another, and my passion is always to find the right one–and to help others do the same.

To that end . . . read on!