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Steve StraessleArkansas Online |
I was following the school bus to Russellville. With 50 kids plus four chaperones already on board, I was the odd man out and had to take my own car....
I was standing at the kitchen sink, palms down, staring out the window in the early morning. My wife was still asleep, and that pleasant quiet of...
My sons and I were driving through the backroads of Tennessee. Dying gray barns and lush horse pastures blurred in the windshield as we sped along a...
The whispers of God are so evident in the cathedrals of Little Rock. From Saint Andrew's where I got married to Trinity Episcopal where my wife grew...
I drove west on a dark Cantrell Road last Tuesday morning.
My wife and I found our way downtown last Wednesday to view Anurima Bhargava's documentary "Teaching America" in its Little Rock premiere.
I was driving downtown to moderate an author talk at the Six Bridges Book Festival on a Saturday evening, ticking through a series of questions I'd...
My wife and I were on an evening walk with the dogs, touring our neighborhood in the fading light of fall.
I've always admired the folks who could dump a puzzle out of the box and focus on the image it could be rather than the myriad pieces that, at first...
The little girl sat on a curb, a stack of books tied with a string next to her.
I've spearheaded a few construction projects, including a major school renovation that took years to plan, raise capital, and execute.
Our small semicircle in the grass kept moving like paint poured into water, changing shape with shifting feet and flow of body language.
A couple of weeks ago, we dropped our daughter at Sewanee to start her freshman year.
The German kid closed the door to his bedroom after 24 hours of travel.
I sat in my classroom during parent/teacher conferences all those years ago.
Clarity is the gift of experience.
I'm sitting in a quiet school as I write this.
I made the two-hour drive to Magnolia last summer, enjoying the peace of rural Arkansas along the way.
I drive a 20-year-old Suburban-type vehicle.
No one deserves a vacation. That's what my German soul whispers to me every time I leave town.
He stood over his mother's bed, watching her wash over the room in an unfocused gaze.
We're halfway through the summer of immigration, those hot months hosting a bevy of ICE raids, protests, and presidential statements that spin like a...
A car pulled to the side of my house and paused.
The great beauty of a summer break is not that the workload eases; it's that the pattern changes.
Last month, my wife and I traveled to Washington, D.C.,
"You mean it has a ceiling?"I was talking to a friend about my recent visit to Barton Coliseum for my daughter's high school graduation.
Everyone should teach at least one high school class in their lifetimes.
It was about noon the day of my daughter's senior prom.
I told my daughter she looked beautiful, hugged her goodbye, and watched her get in a car with a young man I barely know.
I sat in a parking lot on Main Street answering emails.
Religion is often a confusing, overly complicated subject.
Religion is often a confusing, overly complicated subject.
I'm driving back from Sewanee today, bringing this year's Easter ritual to a close.
What was I thinking?It was time for a medical procedure, but I kept putting it off because the process would effectively put me out of work for two...
It was spring break.
I used to celebrate St.
Working in a school environment produces reminders of a simple yet powerful point: Complacency is the enemy of youth.
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