A few weeks ago I visited the zoo with the kids’ school. (Please, if you love me at all, remind me how terrible it is to visit the zoo in a gang. Doorways are impossible, corners cannot be made, and there is a constant state of counting heads. Seriously stressful.) Once we broke up into …
My great-grandmother used to grow irises in white and purple, just one of her many gardening triumphs. Since we live in a rental, I have contented myself with maintaining the flowers and plants that already grow here instead of planting my own favorites. What a gift when I discovered old-fashioned irises in our back yard …
I know some people don’t like the fact that Instagram can sort of make everything look better than it is, but I’m pretty okay with it. I mean, we’re all living the same life. We KNOW life isn’t always as sticky sweet as it appears in some of our photos, but I don’t have a …
I figured out one of the things I love most about poetry, and it’s pretty much summed up by this photo I took with my phone last week. There was something awesome about coming out of my late class and finding this car in the space next to mine. Somehow the fact that that car …
————————– Notes: I wrote this after reading the poem “Saints” by Amy Gerstler. That’s why after the title it says “After Gerstler” – something I learned to do in my poetry class this semester. I give Gerstler credit because it is modeled after her theme as well as her style. This is a prose …