Poetry

Last weekend, I went to Western Washington University for the first annual Poetry Camp. After the end of the sessions and right before Jack Prelutsky, the first Children’s Poet Laureate, gave his fantastic reading of ‘Rat for Lunch,’ I went for a walk around the campus where I once went to school. I was hunting the… READ MORE >>

Warning: This post has reptiles. If slithering snakes give you the heebie jeebies, you may want to skip this one.  For my birthday this year, I went to see the Reptile Zoo in Monroe, WA. From this trip with my husband and six-year-old, I managed to squeeze a poem. I suppose I should start by… READ MORE >>

On Sunday, I drove across the Cascade Mountains to sunny Yakima for a three day teaching conference. In this city my grandparents once called home, I let the sun melt away my everyday stresses and felt my curiosity perk up. While strolling the neighborhood, I discovered churches with large blocks of  dark stone rising above the city… READ MORE >>

Over ten years ago, I took a class on adult psychology in a small classroom on Pill Hill in Seattle. The professor stood in front of us in a button up shirt with slacks that blended into the dark background of the room behind. As he described his experience of a wrenching divorce, he said he… READ MORE >>

While looking up blog designs and doing my research, I checked out the site of an illustrator and writer I really admire. I have loved Debbie Ridpath Ohi ever since I discovered her work in an interview by Dan Blank last year. Debbie has a brilliant idea to but up a badge for wordcounts. She created a badge you can… READ MORE >>

Pics and Poem for the New Year

The blog revise is still in progress (maybe I’ll make it in time for the Lunar New Year). In the meantime, I’m feeling brave on this first day of the year, so here are a few of my favorite Instagram moments from the past month along with a poem I worked with just because the cats needed… READ MORE >>

Poetry Friday

Happy Numbers Three ladies. Hundreds of pictures. Irises in Ginny’s garden. Two turn out. And the three ladies, They rejoice.  … READ MORE >>