Reflections from a teacher's first year in the pedagogical trenches.
Skipping this writers conference made me feel guilty enough to write a poem.
When there are so many limits on what you can write about, what can you write about?
Let others bask in the surety of sunlight. You were born of the moonlight tribe.
Purim Sameach from your friendly neighborhood sacred feminine uprising!
I’m talking directly to the tiny little you who lives inside of you.
Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
Freedom drives my life, but maybe I need to transcend it.
A house is not a home, but a bookshelf can be.
The dishes will wait, they will always be there. Just put down your phone, walk away from your screen and start creating.
