The Poetry We Live

I often stand at our fridge, looking at the dozens of words, all magnetized and waiting to be noticed, moved, and meshed into a poem or story. I wait to see what jumps out at me - combinations of words that take on a life of their own. A few months ago, four words stood out - each in its … Continue reading The Poetry We Live

Phase 1: And So it Begins…..

A few days ago, in between periods 3 and 4, I noticed I had a handful of text messages. With 25 teenagers shuffling in and out of my classroom every 55 minutes, needing hall passes, homework updates, and hugs when the day is off-kilter, looking at my cell phone is a luxury that happens in a fraction of a minute. … Continue reading Phase 1: And So it Begins…..

Sorry, Nurse Ratched

You can't do that in here! There are privacy laws.Really?You might want to walk away.... Because....I just did.And will again.You are going through the motions.We are going through the emotions. She is 1 in 8.She is our Baby Sister. She is a mother of three.She loves, laughs, and cries.She adores Danny.And kitties.And dogs.And all things good in this world.She is … Continue reading Sorry, Nurse Ratched

Bodacious to Body Conscious: What Cancer Does….

For as long as I can remember, since I was 10 or 11, my chest has been the interest of others. From staring to envy, even jokes by our mother .... my hourglass shape has drawn attention.  Unwanted attention. In turn, I developed an unhealthy relationship with my body, most notably, my 'girls' - always wanting to … Continue reading Bodacious to Body Conscious: What Cancer Does….