Poetry Spells and Classroom Magic
This week I decided to teach a poetry unit to a group of students for whom English is a second language, and one not yet very well mastered. To say…
Motorbikes and Meditations on Mortality: The Intimacy of Traffic
When Kerouac said “The road is life”, I think he didn’t know how apt a description it literally is in some places, places where all public space is the road…
It Feels Good to Be Home
I am overwhelmed with gratitude right now that I have a healthy body, a fantastic job, lovely friends, tiny music filled clubs surrounded by sweaty dancing bodies, a silly little…
No Matter How Hard you Try, Boat Racing Dance Parties are No Cure for Pneumonia
To be fair, what turned into pneumonia was really good at disguising itself, initially, as no more than a common chest cold, a mere kennel cough I had heard barking…
Summertime, Losing the Artist’s Way, and Finding the Fault in Our Stars
I had the best intentions of writing profusely this summer in Texas, not just here on my navel gazing blog, but mostly for a personal project, an actual goal, something…
If I Never See You Again, Where Have You Gone?
The last time I was here in Dallas, and the last time I saw everyone, was during that horrendous week of planning and attending my sister’s funeral. Everywhere is loss,…