Not on Purpose Has Purpose
When I first returned from Peace Corps, I bought this pair of tennis shoes with this bright pink. Uncharacteristic of me really. Peace...
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A Similar Mark
Dirt ground into palms. Ink spilled. Their blackness leaves a similar mark. Still, words and seeds share a cycle. Middles. Ends. ...
Books at the Center
“We’re going to put books at the center,” the woman in charge of my interview said. Books at the center. “Can you tell me how your...
The Story of a Story
November is National Novel Writing Month Once upon a time, in an earlier blog post, my challenge for myself, and for you the reader, was...
(Past) Notice (Due)
When do you decide To decide To return A library book. . . When your instinct causes you to check the date? When the reminder arrives in...
Not My Weight
The universe gives us what we can carry. Weight is an estimate, and it varies. Sometimes the universe is known as my gym trainer. She...
Almost Own Stories
I began my professional career as a bilingual teacher in the Madison Metropolitan School District in Wisconsin, but my desire to seek a...
Remnants of Strings
On the weekends, my aunt and I walked. October wind blustered but the cotton in my ears held. Only slightly muffled, I heard my aunt’s...
An Absence of Water.
Atonement and drought are absent of water. Things that are present with me this Yom Kippur are also connected observing an absence of...
