You are my American Dream, I found you there beneath the cherry blossoms... In thirty years, we sit beneath the cherry blossoms reading Tolkien or Chesterton aloud. A love poem set against Washington D.C.'s iconic spring beauty.
American Dream
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 