Go check out Crystal's post on New Orleans streetcars today! Tonight's post was supposed to be all about my exciting date night...

Today slipped by too quickly. I woke at 4:45 to the sound of a puppy needing to go out, and it seems that we never stopped moving from th...

Today's post will probably be late, and I'm okay with that. It's been one of those too-full days -- full of family, activity,...

I'm sitting on the couch, listening to the Husband talk about the shelves he just built in the garage. My phone buzzes; I look down ...

Dos rests on the couch, his bandaged leg propped up on two pillows borrowed from my bed. An ice pack slips from his knee, landing beside the...

I should be sleeping, but tonight is the night before the morning of Dos' surgery. We talked on the phone, and the boy is as re...

I would like to say that I'm enjoying watching my kids grow up. But honestly, I can't pin down a word that wholly describes what i...

I'm writing this with eyelids that want to fall like anchors, and a sandbag body. It's been a long day. It's been a long wee...

There are many things I should  be doing tonight. There are grades (they don't matter, anyway) lesson plans (I'll change them th...

It's 11pm, but I'm hurriedly doing a once-over on the house because we have friends coming over first thing in the morning. My h...

This is seriously rough. But this has been tumbling around in my head, refusing to let me write anything I'd actually want...

They grow up. Your mom warns you. "Don't blink, it all goes so quickly," she says. "One day you're changing dia...

I promised myself that as school began this year I would not stop writing. It appears that has been more difficult than originally believe...

When I was very small, she pulled me in close and we snuggled and sang and told stories between tickles and giggles and screeches of deligh...

Grandpa Mogk's farm meant family. It was Damon's silhouette running, stick-sword in hand, across a mile of hay bales; Devin...

While driving last night I was thinking about a teaching demo on poetry at Summer Institute. We talked about the book Locomotion and looked...

The truth is, I'm a highly anxious, easily stressed lady.  Granted, if you see me out in public, you'd probably never notice this.  ...

Tonight I am busily-happily-sleepily-weepily working on my pieces for the multigenre project I'm putting together for my NWP research on...