A few pictures from last week in Santa Fe. I got to see a lot of mountains. My friends showed me to the St. Francis Hotel where the most delicious margarita rimmed with smoked hickory salt was waiting for me (Sherri – smoked hickory salt. Smoked. Hickory. Salt!). I found a store called Poem, and how can you not go… View Post
Right Now
{savoring} those feet that don’t touch the floor yet. When I snapped this picture, it felt like someone pressed a pause button on my soul. I’ve been worrying a lot about what’s next with writing, and teaching, and then Harper starting Kindergarten. It feels like the end of an era. I’m excited for what’s ahead, but it is my nature… View Post
Not Here, over there.
I’m over at The Glass List talking about a play that was directed by my good friend Cara, and that’s part of the Capital Fringe Festival. Come say hi? There’s beer.
Poets at Work
Tweetspeak Poetry arrives in my inbox every Saturday morning, and while I prefer to read things I love on paper, I eagerly delve into the website’s newsletter. Each weekend morning writers share possibilities for playing with words, telling stories, and ways to notice all that shimmers (or perhaps look at a thing until it does shimmer). It’s like recess. Last… View Post
What To Read In July
Hadley suggests you get yourself a copy of Ivy And Bean and The Ghost Who Had To Go. “It’s about a ghost,” Hadley tells me with a dramatic pause, “IN THE TOILET!” Oh, the giggles, and oh man, that poor haunt. Here’s a trick I’ve learned about dealing with children’s fears: it is impossible to be afraid of a… View Post
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