It is Wednesday and the sun’s out, and I don’t know when it’ll come out again, so I go to Beezy’s on my lunch break to get a coffee. Beezy’s is this cute coffeeshop that is the equivalent to Luke’s in the Gilmore Girls; yellow and bright and friendly. If you ask for the special vegetarian sandwich it comes with… View Post

We walk outside for school in the morning, and Harper gasps, “Oh, Mommy, look at our driveway!” “Spring was here,” she says, “and left a fresh carpet on our road.” We back out of our driveway and I return Harper’s gasp when I see this: “I had no idea that tree would do that,” I say, trying to capture those… View Post

As I work on finishing one of my manuscripts, I want to start a series called, “Wore|Read|Wrote.” They’ll be short posts on something I wore, read, and wrote, and how they’re connected. The morning I shared a poem from Handsprings was cold; not spring-like at all. In fact, if I didn’t know the time of year, the sky looked like a… View Post

To get to the church we are thinking about becoming members of, we walk down this part-alley, part-street. Nobody stays on the sidewalk, we all walk down the center of the street. Harper skips, Hadley walks alongside Jesse asking him question after question, quietly, because there’s something about this short walk that brings on the “what ifs” and “how does”… View Post

I met Kristin last August in Detroit during our teacher in-services for University Preparatory Academy, the Middle School I was teaching in last year. Our first conversation was about what we remember about our favorite teachers; a question we were to answer as a part of those “get to know me” situations. I don’t remember what I said, nor do… View Post