August 17, 2021
Whippoorwill Station
Today I had something extra fun to share. I am writing a story with another one of my students. We both started with the same…
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August 17, 2021
Today I had something extra fun to share. I am writing a story with another one of my students. We both started with the same…
July 26, 2021
Today I have two pieces of writing that I’m very excited to share for Microfiction Monday. The first is a Concrete or Shape Poem that…
July 23, 2021
Every morning I check my navy blue sneakers for scorpions. I am afraid of being stung. When we got to camp on our first day,…
November 13, 2020
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together…
April 10, 2015
They say that phoenixes are born from the ashes of their own death. That they start anew from the remains of what once was, are
January 14, 2014
Emily sat on the edge of the chair, picking at the frayed seams in the leather. She was thinking about the lake house, with its
October 18, 2013
No one is here but me and the summer thunderstorm raging outside my bedroom window. I touch the silver cross resting against my chest. When
September 30, 2013
Today is race day. The air is tense. You warm up your steed under the summer sun. Crisp, tight, controlled circles around the practice track.…
April 25, 2013
I’m sitting in a bar filled with an assortment of misfits. I am alone. I’m here because I have nowhere else to be. By that
April 24, 2013
During summer my favorite time of the day is when the sun is just slipping below the horizon and the sky is a deep royal…
April 21, 2013
I never before realized what a sad thing a bellybutton could be. What I mean by that is it is the one thing on the…
August 29, 2012
Lost was something she felt all the time. How do you know what that one choice was that snowballed you into this inevitable reality? This
August 22, 2012
Thomas pushed aside the midnight blue curtains. He liked the curtains because he could imagine he held a liquid sky between his fingers, rippling and
August 5, 2012
The whorls in the wood of the dock felt good underneath Alexa’s tracing fingers. The warmth from the sun soaked planks was soothing against her