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Phrases and thoughts that have opened up my mind

(Pho­to by Steve Slate) Okay, I am sure you have your own list, but if mine gets you think­ing about yours, that is a good thing. All that fol­lows are illu­mi­na­tions, insights, exis­ten­tial hypothe­ses, moments of clar­i­ty, rev­e­la­tions that changed the way I looked at the world. I mean, stuff that stuck with me. Most of […]

The Log

Okay, I told this sto­ry a hun­dred times in my class­room: At my old high school in Upper Dar­by, PA there was a revered cou­ple, John­ny Scott and Sal­ly Drake. John­ny was the star quar­ter­back and Sal­ly was the head cheer­leader some­where back in the 1950’s. They went to Sil­ver Lake to make out, and […]

That was the Lord (events, major and minor)

We all have expe­ri­ences that illu­mi­nate my select­ed title—even if we don’t acknowl­edge them. As long as you accept that there is an Oth­er out there—as a crea­ture (you didn’t make your­self) you accred­it a creator—you have to be avail­able for the pos­si­bil­i­ty of an inter­ac­tion with Him/Her/It/Force. Maybe you don’t have to—if He speaks, […]

Why I Am Writing Again

Crazi­ness. To think any­one would want to know…to think you have a chance of reach­ing any­one in this world of a bil­lion mes­sages a sec­ond (or whatever)…to think you pos­si­bly have any hope of express­ing that which is inex­press­ible. But not inac­ces­si­ble. Dal­las Willard told John Ort­berg (two chris­tians I admire): “Don’t hur­ry. “ So […]

Lists, lists, lists.…(a cry for help)

A con­fes­sion: I am a list mak­er. I start­ed think­ing about it the oth­er day, and I might have gone over the top. But I am too close to the issue to know if it’s a prob­lem. Can you help? My first instinct is to sus­pect that I have become OCD. But that doesn’t hold […]

2017 — Your Year in Review

            I know, how pre­sump­tu­ous! Like I have any insight at all into your 2017. Actu­al­ly, the title is just a hook. It was sparked by the real­iza­tion that this is some­thing I need to do. It’s a tired metaphor, but life real­ly is a jour­ney. Con­sid­er the end of each cal­en­dar year a milestone, […]

Immanuel

      I see the signs all over the place:  “Keep Christ in Christ­mas”.  I know that it is a noble sentiment—we are cel­e­brat­ing Jesus’s birthday—the rea­son for the season—all that jazz.  It is a tes­ta­ment that His birth is cel­e­brat­ed all over the plan­et.  But some­thing about the sign ran­kles me, and I think I’ve […]

Breathe…

     “Abide in me, and I in you.”  I have to believe this is the key to the abun­dant life we’re all sup­posed to be liv­ing in Christ.  It’s clear­ly an invi­ta­tion, so it seems we’re not there yet (at least I’m not).  Or are we?  What does it mean to abide?  I’ve grown accustomed […]

Waiting for…

Traf­fic lights, gro­cery lines, license bureaus, auto repair ser­vices —we all have to wait.  (I espe­cial­ly hate it when they assign you a num­ber.)   Most of us nev­er learn to wait, so when we have to, we have no plan.  We just go where our minds take us, and, in my expe­ri­ence, it’s not usually […]

Karen’s poem — A Lament for Sutherland Springs

Here’s the thing:  it’s got­ten hard to watch the news because a mad­man (or mad­men) doing hor­ri­ble things to inno­cent peo­ple has become such a fre­quent occur­rence.  But Suther­land Springs hit us hard.  As we watched the sto­ry unfold, it shook us to the core.  For one thing, it’s so close (only 30 miles away). […]

Hello, Jesus: my true confession

It has been about three and a half years since I retired from teach­ing.  I have to con­fess, I haven’t looked back at all.  Don’t miss it, haven’t kept in touch, don’t think about it (but still dream about it!)—I even avoid good old Clemens High School like the plague. I knew that when I […]

Cinco Anillos — My take on Spurs’ championship

Cin­co Anil­los – My take on the Spurs’ cham­pi­onship   It’s been a week now, and I’m still rid­ing the wave, even if the water’s get­ting shal­low­er.  I don’t think about it as often, but when I do a big smile breaks across my face.  We got num­ber five!  In one of the most glorious […]

My Retirement Speech

I have no inten­tion of giv­ing one, but I did want to write one… Wow. Thir­­ty-three years. My plan was to teach for twen­ty and then become a full-time writer. But our plans are not always God’s plans. When I think of the things that have hap­pened, the ways that I’ve changed, and, most of all, […]

The First Day of School

Blog­ger’s note: Like my last entry, most of this blog comes from a book I wrote 20 years ago enti­tled “Is This For a Grade?” I am in the process of repub­lish­ing that book as an e‑book, but anno­tat­ing it with my cur­rent obser­va­tions and opin­ions. I hope to pub­lish this update the day that […]

Inservice Training

Bend over and we’ll teach you to teach (Blog­ger’s note: Twen­ty years ago I wrote a book called Is This For a Grade? — a col­lec­tion of essays about teach­ing high school. My lat­est book project is re-issu­ing that book, only amend­ing it; adding to the orig­i­nal text my cur­rent opin­ions on the same top­ic. You’d […]

The Vagaries of Memory and the Spirit of Perverseness

When I taught sopho­more Eng­lish, we did the nov­el The Lord of the Flies. I thought it was a strange choice because there are no girls in the book, which tend­ed to dimin­ish the inter­est lev­el of half my class. But I had no trou­ble accept­ing the main premise of the book, that when the […]

God and the 5th Hole

God is intense­ly involved in my golf game. Does that sound as ridicu­lous to you as it does to me? And yet I believe it is true. You see, I have invit­ed God to par­tic­i­pate with me, and I believe He is there with me every hole I play. I freely admit I do most […]

The Birds and the Bees and the Flowers and the Trees

The fol­low­ing is a chap­ter from my auto­bi­og­ra­phy in progress:     The Birds and the Bees and the Flow­ers and the Trees   I nev­er even thought about my par­ents hav­ing sex.  In ret­ro­spect, I’m sure they did—there are six of us chil­dren and only occa­sion­al sus­pi­cions about parent­age.  I don’t sup­pose any child is […]

Three Movies

…you got­ta see! I’m not one of those guys. I nev­er sit around and watch a movie over and over again, mem­o­riz­ing every line of dia­logue, so I can spring it into my next beer/guy talk. Even movies that I love I very rarely watch more than once. I take the same atti­tude I have with […]

Dallin Malmgren with apple in his mouth

Insert Foot in Mouth

In the Epis­tle of James, we read: “The tongue is a fire, the very world of iniq­ui­ty; the tongue is set among our mem­bers as that which defiles the entire body, and sets on fire the course of our life, and is set on fire by hell.” Hoo boy. I’ll go along with that. My […]

crumbled Spurs t-shirt

Los Spurs

It has been ten days now. I am almost over it, but not quite. On the Wednes­day morn­ing after game six, I woke up at 4:37. It all came surg­ing back, like a punch in my gut. Manu’s free throw, Kawhi’s free throw. Kawhi’s almost rebound. The ball to Ray Allen in the cor­ner. (I […]

My Next Career

There was high school and there was retire­ment; then there was that year in between.” –Dallin Malm­gren Thir­­ty-two down and one more to go.  God will­ing, that is the plan.  Some peo­ple wor­ry that they won’t know what to do with them­selves when they retire.  Not a big con­cern here.  I fre­quent­ly joke that I’ve […]

Two Trees in Texas

The Joy of Life…

I remem­ber when I was a boy, I would wake up and go out­side in the ear­ly morn­ing.  And I would stand in the air, and I’d breathe, and this feel­ing would pulse through me–the joy of life.  Gur­gling and bub­bling, an effer­ves­cence of spir­it.  It would hap­pen most­ly in sum­mer (at least I associate […]

Bandit golf course

Home alone…

The begin­ning of June brings two bliss­ful events into my life prac­ti­cal­ly every year:  the school year ends, and , less obvi­ous­ly, my wife leaves me.  Wait, that is not as bad as it sounds.  I love my wife.  We will have been mar­ried for 35 years on August 27th, and I’m hop­ing for another […]

Rosemary in bloom.

Mowing the lawn.…

Just did it this morn­ing.  It’s a menial task, but someone’s got to do it.  It takes around 45 min­utes at my new house.  It used to take about two hours for my acre in Cibo­lo, and that was with a rid­ing mow­er.  That was a god-awful job, with dust and rocks and weeds and […]

Ascia holding up anatomically correct salt-n-pepper shakers.

Ascia … my dear mom

 (The fol­low­ing is actu­al­ly a chap­ter from my nev­er-end­ing, self-per­pet­u­at­ing auto­bi­og­ra­phy called My Forty Pages–way more than that and still grow­ing.  I hope to put it up on my web­site some­day.) As dis­tant and estranged as I felt from my father grow­ing up, so I seemed attached and con­nect­ed to my moth­er.  Not in a […]

Teacher and student are strangled by large rubberband.

TAKS me no questions…and I’ll tell you no lies

Four straight days of test­ing this week.  I asked my seniors if they knew how lucky they were–come to school at 12:50 every day, two or three or four short­ened class peri­ods, and home again.  To top it off, Mon­day was Senior Skip Day (hmm, why do I feel guilty cap­i­tal­iz­ing that?) For the rest of […]

Dallin Malmgren at desk in 1989.

Have you found your calling? Or, I ain’t no Stephen King…

This is my first blog entry in a month.  Dang.  I was sup­posed to do one once a week, every Sun­day.  Anoth­er res­o­lu­tion bites the dust (see my first blog entry).  What can I say?  Life hap­pened. Except that is a cop-out.  It’s not like I have been so inun­dat­ed with the cares of this […]

Dallin Malmgren holds roses in 2004.

Spring Break…

…is my third favorite hol­i­day of the whole year. It is like a flota­tion device thrown to you just as you’re about to go under in the sea of the sec­ond semes­ter. I don’t care any­thing about cal­en­dar dates—spring offi­cial­ly begins on the first day of Spring Break. The air smells dif­fer­ent on that first […]

Close-up of cactus plant

The Out-of-Towner…

I missed a blog entry last weekend—I’m try­ing to do one every Sun­day.  I have enough self-aware­­ness to know I’ll miss a few here and there (and to not beat myself up about it—guilt has nev­er been a strong moti­va­tor for me).  I’m blam­ing the out-of-town­er for last week­end. Every year I take my tennis […]