On Friday, I woke up a teacher for the last time in the foreseeable future. My classroom is now boxed in my carport storage, an easy fit. The question was what to do with my rolling teacher desk. My principal called it the Cadillac of carts, I called it my classroom on wheels, and my students called it fidget toy one-stop-shopping. I unpacked it in the carport, put the screws back in, looked around at the sea of green and blue country, heard the birds, felt the breeze, and realized I’d unlocked the greatest writing real estate.
The Nature in Faith
Three months of writing nights, and I'm wondering how I survived more than two years without recording a single string of sentiments. Each week when I assume this position on my white wicker perch overlooking my yard, random observations and variant experiences comingle, forming themselves into emergent discoveries. Chance pairings of literal growth and emotional … Continue reading The Nature in Faith
If I Were a Peony
The pink blossoms of my magnolias are the primary spark of color on my street on this last day of March. Each day, the blossoms seem to multiply and their color magnify. I teach my students that adjectives are like flowers. Adjectives decorate nouns just like flowers decorate our world. They distinguish a man from … Continue reading If I Were a Peony
I Used to Be
I used to be a writer and a poet and a novelist. And a singer. And an actress. And a media tech. And a computer repair geek. I used to be a little sister and a big sister, a babysitter, a housekeeper, a business owner, a gardener, a receptionist at a hair salon, an intern … Continue reading I Used to Be