Write What You Owe

Here’s the thing. They say the secret to happiness is to want what you have. OK. I think it makes sense to live within one’s means, to avoid the consumer madness that has taken over regular looking people, turning them into aliens with 100 pairs of shoes and matching bags, a spare room for electronics, and an addiction toContinue reading “Write What You Owe”

And I Don’t Even Know It

Today is for the poets. Because while waiting in the check-out line at the grocery store I flipped through Oprah’s April magazine and it is all about poetry and poets. Because my 15-year-old needs to write 4 poems for English and is overwhelmed. Because I am in awe of poets. They are not thinking–wow, this poem willContinue reading “And I Don’t Even Know It”

Orange you glad I didn’t say…

Remember when you first learned that there was no word in the English language that rhymed with orange? Remember when you learned about onomatopoeia and thought it was cool? Remember your first journal? Mine a green faux leather thing with a tiny gold key. A 5th grade entry, Today I asked Carrie Shell what love is. DoContinue reading “Orange you glad I didn’t say…”

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