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I have always been a thinker, an analyzer, a dreamer, a ruminator. Perhaps you can relate! Continue reading Cat Black Coffee
I have always been a thinker, an analyzer, a dreamer, a ruminator. Perhaps you can relate! Continue reading Cat Black Coffee
Having spent much of my adult life as a teacher (and all of my childhood as a student), I tend to measure time in school-years. Continue reading Another Year Done (Two Poems for the End of the School Year)
There are those who fly and those who crawl. There are those who imagine futures beyond the curvature of a horizon and those who don’t. Continue reading How to be a Butterfly – A Step by Step Guide
As I sink into my couch, inert and irritable once again, I read, over and over, this poem I wrote a few days ago. I know the words are trying to tell me something, but whatever-it-is keeps swirling out of reach. Continue reading Feet & Frontal Lobe: We are Capable of More than We Think
The launch of my first book was January 7, 2022. It was a childhood dream that couldn’t manifest until I finally took alcohol out of my life. Continue reading Achieving the Dream: My Book Launch
What will YOU bring to life this year?? Continue reading New Year, New Beginnings
As I prepare for the release of my first book of collected poetry, I feel the tension between the tenderness of my own creativity and my aching, egoic need to be seen. Continue reading Trust the Poem
Sometimes a poem wakes you up in the middle of the night. Like a baby kicking, it’s inside you, dancing with its own consciousness, until you must throw open your eyes and acknowledge its existence. Continue reading The Healing Power of the Poem
For a minute I consider dashing up there to grab my camera—this color is astonishing!—but I know that by the time I get back out here, the moment will have faded, and the day-to-day blue will have soaked all the rebellion from the clouds. Continue reading Sitting with impermanence
This past weekend we took our little family on a mini-vacation to visit Chicago — see the sights, ride the train, show the kids the ‘Big City.’ But me for it meant so much more. Continue reading Returning Home