a collection of essays by Joan Hewatt Swaim, 1986-1991
They Still Teach Shakespeare, Don’t They?
There are any number of nice things about working in the same …
War in Our Time
"Memories can be beautiful, and yet, things too painful to remember, we …
That Which We Call Frog
Little Lindsay Ray is afraid of Super Frog. When he comes too …
Of Time and the Drag
In close proximity to most old college campuses is (or was) a …
Those are the Breaks
Do you ever look around and discover that something has changed from …
Prexy’s Notebook
For more than two years I have had the little black ringbinder …
Carrie’s Foster – and Mine, Too
It had been thirty-six years since I had walked into Foster Hall …
Willis Gilliland Hewatt – An Enconium
It's taken me a long time to speak of my father. Oh, …
A Good Time to Be at TCU
One of the benefits of being a daily part of TCU life …
A Homecoming
There was a TCU homecoming this fall in September, before the one …
A Space That Holds Time – and All That Stuff
The words were spoken by a freshly-scrubbed bright-eyed young man of about …
A TCU Cowboy
He was surely one of the most colorful characters to ever roam …
Christmases Remembered
How like at a puzzle I work at my Christmas memories, spreading …
Frogs, We’re All for You
The coming of September on the TCU hill in Fort Worth was, …
Putting Things Back Where They Belong
I took a purposeful walk around the TCU campus one recent day. …
Mom Harris’ Kitchen
Sometimes it is difficult to sort out what in your memory is …
Through the Darkness to Light: The Old Biology Lab
When you live for a long time in the same place, you …
Lowden Street – A Continuum
My friend says if you stand at night at the bottom of …
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