Bye Bye 2015

Woah, 2015 has been quite a year of change and transformation. Pretty much ready for it to end when the clock strikes midnight tonight! We’re celebrating this moment and looking ahead. I’ve done quite a bit of reflecting over the past month, and there have been...

Lessons in Free Verse

Apparently I suck at teaching poetry. Though I failed this year, thankfully the student who shared my shortcomings and his poetic discovery, also provided the solution for next year. In my Creative Writing class, we spend the month of November participating in...

Blog Break

Ah . . . summer vacation, a time of lazy days sipping lemonade in a hammock with a good book . . . or not.  Maybe that’s what summer looks like for some people, but not this girl! I just got back from Forensics Nationals, a super fun but not so relaxing week...

What I look at when I run . . .

The ground. That is the depressing finish to this sentence. I went on a long (for me) run this morning as we are actually having a beautiful spring here in the high desert. Normally spring is non-existent. We just go from snow to mud to broiling hot without a whole...

On Expectations

As they say, anticipation is half the fun. We get to imagine perfect outcomes for any experience we may dream up, but when the job, book, vacation, or even the restaurant I’ve just tried doesn’t live up to my expectations, disappointment...

Are you a Super Hero?

I participated in my final regular season Forensics/Speech and Debate tournament as head coach this weekend, and last night at the awards, each of the coaches shared something they had learned from participating in this thing we call Speech and Debate. One shared that...

My Next “Epic Adventure”

Whenever I take my Forensics/Speech & Debate team on a trip, the kids somehow manage to go on “epic adventures.” Sometimes I hear about their shenanigans during the event or just after, but most often, I don’t hear about them until much, much...

Forgetting Fear

I got back from Sedona yesterday, and my husband commented on the picture of me on Devil’s Bridge that my sister had sent him.  “How in the hell did she get you to go out there?” he asked. He is used to me refusing to even ride a ferris wheel because...

Wonky Blocks and Scenes

I have no idea why I am so drawn to anything having to do with quilts . . .  but I am.  I bought my first book on how to make a quilt when I was seventeen years old though I never did make one then.  For college graduation I asked for and received a sewing machine.  I...

Six Benefits of Writer’s Block

I’ve been suffering from writer’s block, that hideous stuck feeling when I sit down to write.  Yesterday morning, I finally broke through it, but during my week of being stuck, I spent some time thinking about the benefits of writer’s block. There must be some reason...

Messy Desk = Inspiration

I’ve decided to give up on my desk.  I’ve rearranged it, organized it, tidied it dozens of times, but by the end of my every writing session, it looks the same way, disastrous. This is odd for me.  I’m a fanatically organized person.  If there was such a thing called...

5 Things I Learned from my Dad

As a parent, I like to think that my kids will take my always insightful, wise, and relevant advice to heart when they’re making any sort of decision for themselves.  How could they not? I know the answer to that question because I am also a daughter who...