Poetry Friday is here and now, on the Winter Solstice, when the sun stands briefly still at its lowest point on the horizon.  A...

Once again I have participated in a round of SPARK , which randomly matches artists and writers who exchange inspiration pieces and then pro...

Every year at our congregation there's a holiday party between the two services, which offers kids the chance to make cards for sick ...

She was trying to explain the quality of her work with a particularly challenged, particularly unready group of kindergarteners.  Leaning...

Last month I wrote about the fine day I had teaching 8th graders at my daughter's school in Silver Spring, MD.  I invited students t...

A favorite book of mine is the classic A Hole Is To Dig (1952) by Ruth Krauss, illustrated by Maurice Sendak before Wild Things made him a ...

I'm looking forward to hosting Poetry Friday at My Juicy Little Universe on December 21 this year--a day which is special to me and m...

After last week's wobble, I'm pleased to say that oh me of little faith has enjoyed election elation of a physical nature!  Here i...

hybrid storm hot then cold fast wind churning slow terrible  wild passing to mild leaves a mess of mixed debris schaden...

This week Daisy entered a writing contest at figment.com for which she had to provide an alibi absolving her of the murder of an unbelove...

Tying the Knot The knot was already tied, in truth, and not so much tied as woven-- no, not so much woven as lastingly accumulated , l...