Canvas

I took a creative non-fiction class in college. This was my first time really writing about myself. I was truly inspired by my professor Brenda Miller, to write with poetry and scathing honesty. This is what came of my efforts. Please read with respect. Canvas I am a daughter. I am the daughter of Steve…

Collage Art Revisited

Spring break means going through my old art box and finding ¬†some collage art that never made it onto the blog! These are some I completed years ago. Summer Sensations shows all the things I love about summer time. World of Stars is a little collage poem. “A world of stars and brighter nights/Raise your…

Life in Review

I just got finished reading blog posts from a couple years ago and had to double check the date. I can’t believe all that time has passed. I read The First Week and Because I’m Happy¬†and was reminded of why I do what I do. (See A Teacher’s Tale, my other blog). I was also…

Happy Thanksgiving

Like many others, I am taking a moment to share what I am thankful for. Family I have known for years how lucky I am to come from such a loving family. My mother is caring, a little dorky, and burns toast constantly. She makes me crazy but I’m always excited to see her and…

That View

I try every day to feel peaceful about something. It is said over and over again that we need just one moment during the day to appreciate something before we get on with the daily grind. Why only one moment? How is ‘just a moment’ effective when there are 24 hours in a day? It…

Nostalgia

Nostalgia is the biggest bone in my body. Pictures can send me to strange places, but I’m addicted to looking at them. I recently took time to clean up my computer and found photos from my college years; years that seem not so far away. This was the most magical time of my life. I…

Documented Words

It’s hard to write poetry when you’re not emotionally compromised. I wonder if poetry is some secretion that leaks from one’s mind when it’s broken. Or maybe, like tears, the words come streaming out as a way to heal what burns. I suppose the production of poetry is a good reference point for one’s state…