May my eyes, Lord, Never stay set on what surrounds but solely, wholly, Ever on Thee be fixed and bound Lest they stray the Giver – in times my cup be sweet – to the gift that Never can be as sweet as Thee Or in self-pity settle – when my cup be bitter –… Read More Sight
I’ve taught writing in both public schools and private settings. Years after their last lesson with me, I asked two very bright sisters (with diametric learning styles) what they remembered from their long season with me. Both answered, “Save spit.” Turned out, the pithy injunction had velcroed itself on their brain and conducted the papers… Read More The Writing Process, Part 2: Save Spit
out of the blue these giggles! tickle their way up about to — across the kitchen table we dip into the other’s stuff of life. it is such a phenomenon. the giggles want to celebrate this phenomenon — pOP the cork! effervescence rush up and lose the tear i just swallowed. i give you to… Read More Blue Champagne
A Holistic Journey 