It started with a poem. Ithaca  by Constantine P. Cavafy.  This poem is the inspiration for my last assignment of the semester. Write a Jour...

Perhaps one of the things that makes the Appalacian Trail so appealing to me (beyond the thought of a challenging pilgrimage that takes me ...

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...

The past few weeks have been too full and too frenzied to summarize here, but I'll try with a list: Road trips, especially with 5 chi...

Today was a lazy day. While everyone played at the park, I stole a moment for myself to read, which ended in a cozy nap. So today's poem...

Mentor text: House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros This was actually an older SI teaching demo from North Star. Since I decided to use...

It occurred to me that I didn't explain the inspiration for yesterday's Poem from the Road.  I've decided to multi-task, since t...

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.  ...