Fogwriter's Digest
by bryan prosser
"We don't see things clearly (now). We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright (again)!"
Welcome to
Posts From Foggy Hollow.
I’m Bryan Prosser. Writer and editor here at fogwriter.com.
The Best Is At The Bottom
The best way to get to the top is to begin at the bottom, and stay there. Anyone who has ever reached the top of their game will tell you that it was the set of values they began with that got them there. So, staying at the bottom means
Toward An Authentic Education
No quote has arrested my attention more in the past four years than this one from Parker J. Palmer. “Authentic teaching and learning requires a live encounter with the unexpected, an element of suspense and surprise, an evocation of that which we did not know until it happened.“ In the
Influence of a Forward-Looking Teacher
In the Fall of 1977, I received the American Farmer Degree at the annual Future Farmers of America Convention. That would have never happened if one forward-looking teacher hadn’t sent his best student representatives to my junior high school to recruit me in 1972. Mr. John Silvia, my high school
Restorative Time
The joy I have of being an #entrepreneur is having the freedom of #time . The time to think. The time to explore. The time to be silent. The time to create. Time is not all about doing. About being busy. It’s not all about production. Or about maximizing efficiencies. Time has to be #restorative as
Oxford On My Mind
I returned from Oxford a few weeks ago. I was invited to join a friend of mine who was returning to Kellogg College for his reunion, an event they call a Gaudy Night. It was an invigorating visit to be among 36 college campuses that make up one Oxford University,
Artists And Heavenly Delights
Thank you to all the storytellers, poets and singers. Your performance art moves us in ways that the daily staccato of dull public language can’t. Tolkien’s lush tales. Amanda Gorman’s poetic honey. U2’s hymns to something grander. The daily news kills the spirit, yet art carries us to heaven where