Poet, Writer, Instructor
"Take Your Pick" by John Frederick Peto, 1885 Does this sound familiar? You’re doing something boring and repetitive, maybe folding laundry, and an idea pops into your head. When this happens to me, I drop the shirt I was just hanging up, grab a pen, and write the idea down. I know this seems obvious;… Continue reading What happened when I stopped judging my ideas
Some mornings I wake to a golden, slanted light filtered through dense fog. It softens outlines, blurs the houses on my street, and mutes the noises of my neighborhood. This is when I feel my mother’s presence. I release my tears to the foggy air. I’ve learned some new things about grieving. For example, sudden… Continue reading Bubbles, bacon and rainbows: the hard work of grief