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...

Since August has wrapped it's hot fingers around my hand and is pulling me regrettably forward, I've found myself daydreaming about ...

Two Writing Teachers It's August. August is a scrambled month. The last swirls of summer tug at me, begging me to swim, play, and ...

Headlamps. Bugspray. Tubes. Drinks. The coldest river known to mankind. Six adventurous souls ready to claim glory and fame. Late last night...

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

I've created a happy writing space in our new apartment. Wait, let's back up a minute, shall we? It's summer, and that means...

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...

Mentor text: If You Give a Pig a Pancake by Laura Numeroff and Twilight Comes Twice by Ralph Fletcher (taken from Corbett Harrison ) Poe...

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...

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.  ...