The one in the middle is the green kangaroo
Our younger son, S, has moved into his older brother’s empty bedroom. In the beginning, when I saw the
Community is built one person at a time.
If I’m not near my notebook when I come across a good line – usually, when I’m listening to
The poetry of a really good sandwich
I host a weekly faculty and staff writing group where I offer an optional prompt and people either write to
Put your wandering heart away
The last days of summer used to make me feel blue. I sense that same end-of-summer drag in my children
If you build it...
Ever since I met Keith, my husband’s brother-in-law, he’s talked about this little plot of land by the
How editing can be an act of love
Whenever I am able, I take online writing workshops to nourish both my writing practice and my teaching practice. Workshops
How to give feedback that is tender and generative
I transitioned from part-time to full-time teaching this year, which means the time I could devote to my own writing
Friendship as creative mode
I went to graduate school in New York City a year after college for a Masters in Fine Arts (MFA)
On celebrations and ceremonies
The night before our eldest son’s graduation from high school, the five of us go out to a quiet
To have an audience with you
Our daughter is in the 7th grade and this is her second year participating in the Middle School musical. She
