I love when lines of poetry subtly slide into a conversation. Poetry takes hold of us, lurks somewhere in the recesses of memory until the ...

”Don’t write about the pebbles. Write about a pebble.” Nancie Atwell, Lessons That Change Writers Out of breath, I stumbled into room 326...

If you have a bed to sleep in, a refrigerator for food, a closet for clothing, if you have a roof over your head each night, you are wealthi...

Next week I start my Teacher as Poet course through the Pennsylvania Writing and Literature Project (PAWLP), and it has sent me rifling thr...

Apparently, I don’t know what good teaching looks like. Erin Richards of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel starts her recent article titled “...

In my attempt to learn more about blogging and its culture (and there most definitely is a blogger culture), I’ve stumbled across a number o...

In so many respects, teaching is a balancing act. The balance between the professional and the personal, the profound and the profane, betwe...