Streetlight Serenade

The streetlights watch over the drive from my house to the city, sometimes with their warm yellow glow, sometimes bathed in a pure bright white. Regardless of their tone, their texture, their message is same: when first one, then another, then another – at random intervals – snuff out before dawn dusts the east fade…

Shared Breathing

“I just didn’t know it was already so late,” she says, the tears welling in her eyes.  But like the good girl that she is, she trudges to the bathroom, brushes her teeth, and returns to the side of my bed.  Her arms hang at her sides. She is not pleading to stay up later. …

Miles to Go

Shonda* says that for her, writing – good writing – waits behind a door. “And that door is five miles away. Those five miles are just…writing crap and doodling and trying to have an idea and surfing the internet and hoping like hell not to get so distracted that you give up” (Year of Yes, p. 277). She…

here AND gone

Whenever you see me somewhere succeeding in one area of my life, that almost certainly means that I am failing in another area of my life. -Shonda Rhimes I did not go to work today. I planned to, all the way back to the day that I made the appointment. Micah has had over twenty…

fear AND faith

It is just beginning to snow in Breckenridge.  I am close to an hour early.  I’ve seen the space where I’ll “go on” in just a mere matter of minutes.  For now I am taking a walk to clear my head, to pass the time.  It is just beginning to snow.  And the view from…

the known AND the new

“And how do you feel about that?” she asked me. Honestly, when I stop to think about the way we have pushed “pause” on foundational literacy practices like –  gulp – putting it in writing makes it exceptionally real – but here goes – like independent reading and writing workshop, I felt like an impostor.  Like…

WonderlAnd

Just three little letters.  One little word. Endless possibilities.   Webster’s defines this feeling I’m having as “the psychological conflict resulting from incongruous beliefs and attitudes held simultaneously.”  Cognitive dissonance. Some might call it disequilibrium.   The problem with this vocabulary is that it places this state of being in the negative, the dark spaces…

As the Spider Flies

Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. Walt Whitman (1868) If you had driven past our house last weekend, you would have likely seen three figures standing on the front porch or out in the yard, staring —…

Back in the Saddle

Music is streaming from ‘Dad’s Tablet.’ Tap Continue to start streaming music on this device instead. Cancel       Continue What to do? What to do?  He is still at work. Cancel. Okay, new plan:  Google Play.  Soldier, you’ve got twenty seconds.  Go!  Play.  Circling. Ahhh! an ad for the election!  4-3-2-1-Skip Ad! Now turn it…

If I had it to do over

Nine months ago, I was also the presenter at a JCIRA Festival.  I was given free-reign on the topic, given the freedom to choose the angle, and was glad for the professional push it gave me to dive deeply into a topic that felt – at best – uncomfortable and – at worst – completely…