Let Me Be Myself

This was the result of a creative writing exercise I did while attending a conference in Amsterdam this April.  It all points to identity and the things we desire if we could just drop the social pretense and requirements and be ourselves. Let me wear jeans for professional dress. Don’t teachers teach better in jeans?…

Shipwrecked

These words were actually written a month ago. Not a lot has changed, but at least I’m writing again. Each day I do in exercise in self-loathing.  I turn on the shower as hot as I can stand it.  I disrobe and step into the billowing steam.  The water flushes my skin scarlet with anger,…

I am

the taste of vanilla melting into a concoction of pecans and bliss on Thanksgiving when the warmth of family is rising like homemade bread. The laughter plumes into the air, and I smell the stale cigarettes on my Mother’s hands as she kneads the dough  – their strength molding my world. A twinkle of teeth…

Star Stuff

This is a notion I’ve heard many times before but which didn’t fully realize until I shared the room with individuals from all over the world: Hungary, Croatia, the Netherlands, and Italy. The full gravity of it hit me when a Syrian refugee and educator shared stories of how she would play music for her…

Vanishing Point

There is a vanishing point well off in the distance that signifies the end of the world as we know it. The fallibility of the human eye cannot see beyond it, but as sure as we know the Earth is round, we know there must be something there reaching out to us. Vanishing points don’t…