Now I find it difficult to fall asleep at night. My mind wanders through the news and experiences of the day, and I imagine disastrous outcomes. Or I think of things I could say. Should say. Or actions I could take that might somehow change what's happening in the world. Then the defeated feeling sets in.

I wanted to keep this Monday writing practice even though I technically finished the first draft of Serial Play. I sat down to write a short scene or a monologue, and this is what came out. About halfway through, I realized that these characters have more to say. And I think they have at least one other sibling. So, I'll keep writing and find out. I also think this play will be a series of short scenes rather than one long scene that follows unity of time and place. 

I had seen the movie version of The Wiz years ago, but this live telecast came at exactly the right time for me. Producers had no way of knowing what would be happening in the world when they chose to present this play to a television audience, but they delivered a much needed shot of hope to this viewer and I imagine countless others.

For the last three or four years of teaching, I've been trying to incorporate technology into my teaching practice, particularly around assessing student work, as a way to capitalize on all of the advances that technology seems to provide, particularly around speed and convenience.