She reminds me of myself at sixteen—dreaming big, planning for perfection. But life has taught me something she doesn't know yet: we don't plan to fail, but we need to learn how to hope when we do.
Education & Advocacy
It Took 12 Weeks for Evening Glories to Bloom—52 for Me to Stop Chasing Ambition
One white blossom finally appeared on my evening glories, planted the same week I made my dating profile. Divorce taught me to stop networking and vying for promotion. Now I'm English department head without ever learning the district leaders' names. Maybe love blooms the same way—when you stop expecting it.
Five of Six Marigolds Survived—The Same Odds I Give My Troubled Students
When five marigolds thrived in shade where sun plants shouldn't, I thought of my classroom odds. The gang member I couldn't save. The suicidal student who called me a betrayer. Then my date said it: 'There's beauty in weakness.' Maybe we invest knowing some will fail because weakness shows us what we're made of.
My Creative Writing Teacher Called Every Poem a MADAM—She Was Really Teaching Me About Life
Mrs. Shelton taught me that every poem is a MADAM: the Most Acceptable Draft At the Moment. "Never fall in love with a first draft, Laura Joy," she'd say. Turns out she wasn't just teaching me about poetry—she was teaching me how to revise my entire life after divorce.
My Students Dream of Money, I Dream of Pink Magnolias and Grandchildren
My juniors write about the American Dream—education, money, good jobs. But I'm chasing the Italian Dream my great-grandfathers brought across the ocean: family dinners at 5:30 and a front porch swing under blooming magnolias.
Writer's Growth 