One More

One who does not

Sleeps life away

Dreams the pages of books

Waits for one who does

One who does keeps going

Gets knocked down, And

Gets up again

Embracing best self bs

One does not want

One has needs

Buddha tells us to leave them

To sit, to breathe, to be

One loves through time

One loves with money

One loves with physical affection

Christ tells us to love all


I’m not sure what inspired me today, but my poetry students have started their big project. For three weeks, they write and write and write. While it’s admittedly cool to see a poem spring forth fully formed and almost perfect, it is not the reality we (writers) face. Today, I got to see one of my students as she worked hard on a poem–ideas, snatches of phrases and images, attempt after attempt to get four perfect lines. When she showed me those four lines, I got chills.

I love teaching people to think, to communicate in different ways–I love seeing the lightbulb go off above their heads.

Not Neurotic

In 1997, as I finished my first school year, I started a page of Notes to Myself–things to consider over the summer and as I planned/taught the next year. I’ve been putting together a collection of everything I think it’s important for my students to know crossing all four years of high school and incorporating information from every class I’ve taught. It’s been through countless formats, broken into separate pieces, brought back together again. Currently, I’m adding notes for The Great Gatsby and To Kill A Mockingbird. For a long time I called it my English Bible, but I don’t want people to get the wrong idea…

I’m over 300 pages of notes on stories, poems, films, television shows, and brief bits of general information about important people (scientists, icons, iconoclasts, and authors). People tend to look at me like I’m crazy when I pull out the binder it’s all housed in (or when I try to show them the 300+ pages on my phone). Some people think having this miscellany of information makes me well-organized (I’m not). Some people think it all makes me OCD (I’m really not).

I am a lover of stories, the things that inspire them, the people that influence them, the times that shape them. I love seeing how things ripple.