“Shakespeare’s Not for Me”

“Shakespeare’s Not for Me”

It’s Shakespeare’s 450th birthday. This morning, I received a challenge in my inbox. Write something for him. “But he’s dead,” I protested. “He doesn’t need a card or cake.” I can’t resurrect him by writing a blog...

Low on Wood (That’s What She Said)

I look at the pile. Dwindling. I have one more day. I’m obsessing. Must…get…more…wood. My husband said, “Let it burn out. It’s the end of March.” That’s not how I roll. Years in restaurants—I stock and rotate. Years in teaching—I plan weeks ahead. I’ll be out of wood...

Death of the Five-Paragraph Essay

They looked at me. “How long’s this gotta be?” It was the midterm essay. “As long as it takes to be informative. And interesting–don’t put me to sleep…I only write zeroes when I’m asleep.” Actually, it’s a...
I’m Gonna Write about You

I’m Gonna Write about You

When I started writing, I was told never to befriend a blogger because I wouldn’t know when I’d end up in print. Next, that I hadn’t made it till I woke up and found myself in someone else’s blog. Both are true. The first time I woke up in a...

Sit and Eat Chicharones (Or Find Your Passion)

“What is it that gets you out of bed in the morning and exercising?”  “How do you write every day?”  “Why do you teach even though the climate is so bad for teachers?” These are three questions that crossed my feed this week. On the...