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Barbara Harroun

Thresholds

Apr 19, 2017
Rich Egger

Today, my daughter crosses a threshold. She turns thirteen. Thirteen glorious years. I try to avoid clichés, but honestly, that profound moment—the moment I first held her, looked into her face, and then her father's, well it does seem like yesterday. Like it just happened.

Rich Egger

On a beautiful, sunny, late February Sunday, I worked with my parents to put up a basketball net for my son, Jack's, ninth birthday. I knew this was a gift Jack would use daily. And sure, enough, the morning after his birthday, he was out back, shooting baskets at 6:39 a.m.

My knees turned to liquid and my legs shook uncontrollably. My hands trembled. Sweat beaded at my hairline and my palms were slippery wet.  I fought the urge to throw up.

Rich Egger

On January 13th, in the basement of Spoon River College's Washington Street Campus, Adult Education Program Coordinator Cynthia Johnston patiently encouraged me as I struggled to read a paragraph aloud.

At the end of the semester, my writing students reflect on the semester, revise their work, and attempt to mine instances of failure for valuable lessons. All semester, I have tried to reframe failure as one of our greatest teachers.  

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I believe in magic.  The magic of words and books and music. The magic that happens in kitchens. The alchemy of cooking, and then the beauty of sitting at a table, being nourished by the food and the company. Being in community.

Michael Thompson

On Monday night, I walked my dog along one of our normal routes. It was unseasonably warm and windy. The sunset was the autumnal colors of changing maple leaves. It had been a long day—a day where, from the moment my alarm went off, I felt I should get an award for just getting out of bed and putting on pants.

On the first day of school for my children, and for me too, I ran into my fifth grade teacher, Judy Marshall, in the County Market parking lot. Mrs. Marshall instilled a passion for history and archeology in her students, introduced me to The Diary Of Anne Frank, had us memorize portions of The Gettysburg Address and The Constitution of the United States of America, and bolstered my love of art. 

Rich Egger

The day after the most recent round of bad news, I woke, mournful, and palmed my cup of coffee in silence.  I read Mary Oliver’s "Mindful," a poem that of late I have found to be of comfort. 

Rich Egger

On February 29th, my children and I found ourselves coatless in Chandler Park, enjoying the pink evening hour of a jeweled day. My daughter and I investigated the bronze statue entitled "Facing the Storm."

Alondra Olvera

Stories are so important. True, I'm a fiction writer and a teacher, but I've been enamored of stories since I can remember, even before I could write myself.  I've looked to stories, both written and verbal, to reveal the world and explore my place in it. I've also looked to stories to come to know myself, and others.

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There's nothing like holding an infant to root me in one spot, consumed by wonder.  So tiny. So innocent. When I hold a baby, I still feel awe because so much has to happen for us to be labored into the world.

Rich Egger

On December 2nd, the evening news droned as I was in the kitchen, making soup. Donald Trump's nasal reiteration that he stood by his hateful statement regarding barring all Muslims from the United States until our government had a concrete plan in place carried to the stove. 

The Power of Pie

Nov 18, 2015
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Thanksgiving is fast approaching, and many will be unbuttoning their pants so as to make room for a slice of pumpkin pie. Of course, pumpkin pie wasn't at the first Thanksgiving, but according to the American Pie Council, "Pie has been around since the ancient Egyptians."

Community. Service.

Oct 14, 2015
Rich Egger

On Saturday, October 3rd I attended the WIU Homecoming parade. It was a beautiful day for a parade: sunny, the air crisp, the trees around us on the verge of exploding in autumnal color. I watched high school marching bands, politicians and hair stylists, dance troupes and college floats pass by. 

Rich Egger

I was moved by Rebekah Buchanan's commentary on the courage and heroism of Mamie Till-Mobley, and Rebekah's own call to activism as a mother. It humbled me to think of Ms. Till-Mobley carrying on with such incredible strength and endurance after the violent murder of her son, driven by love and outrage.

A Welcoming & Inclusive Environment

Apr 22, 2015

On Thursday nights at 6:30, in the University Union’s Sandburg Lounge you’ll find full tables, laughter, students hugging, and Unity Executive Board members welcoming General Assembly members to our weekly meetings.

Why Poetry Matters

Apr 14, 2014
Curtis Bisbee

Last month, on the drive home from school, my daughter recited a haiku entitled “Cruelty”:

Rich Egger

A newly formed group in western Illinois is working to help prisoners by providing them with books.