Hello December (It seems we’ve met)

I turn 40-years-old today, December the Second, and for some reason this age is supposed to bother me. Social commentary has preached from its pulpit for so long that 40 is a hard age for women, that women dread watching the 9 turn to 0, and they will do anything…

When It’s Hard to Trust in a Season of Fear

When I first Monochrome by H.M. Jones, I felt like I met an author who knew my life story. H.M. and I hit it off right away when we began working together under the old Gravity Imprint with the now defunct Booktrope Publishing. That’s what it is like when you…

Could home and the ocean save my body electric?

The change in the seasons has me edgy this year. I can feel an undercurrent running through me that has me looking for Whitman warning me to sing my body electric. I felt its thrill in a breeze that refused to die in a clinging summer’s finger tips just this…

When It’s About Death, Memory and My Friend

There are some things you don’t get better at with age and one of those things is knowing how to handle death. Even though we might think we know all the right answers by now, Death always has the upper hand. It doesn’t matter how many articles I’ve read on the…

Keep Today’s Happy Thoughts For When Days Go Bad

My mentor teacher gave me some terrific advice that really didn’t have anything to do with teaching before I began my first year.  It had to do with surviving which really, when it comes down to it, is what a new teacher needs to hear right before the first day…