Question of the Day: “How do we practice mercy?”

Today, Amanda Gorman, the youngest US inaugural poet, delivered her poem on the steps of the Capitol. One week ago, those steps were bathed in rioters who wished to overthrow our country’s government, but today the Capitol building saw a peaceful transfer of power as our founding fathers intended. The irony was not lost on…

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Emily Dickinson, Social Distancing & the Empath

Maybe it’s because I am an English teacher…maybe because I love to memorize things–who knows–but today I woke up with this in my head: -Emily Dickinson Fun Fact- The vast majority of Emily’s poems were published after her death (posthumously for the SAT enthusiasts). Emily lived in almost complete, self-imposed isolation for much of her…

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Single Mom Life: A Little Poem for This Cold Morning

My Son Sometimes my son squeaks He points and gesticulates wildly trying to get his point across He can speak But, at that moment, he chooses not to For an entire day I go back and forth–worrying–maybe this is the time he stops talking altogether Do I force words from his lips, from his heart…

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More Poetry- Another Storm, Brother

Another Storm, Brother Torrential down pour Rain splattering against the window But that isn’t what wakes me Engine groaning, spinning but not catching as it should Over and over it starts and stops until I stand Feet on soft carpet Slipping one finger through the tight metal blinds Pushing one slat from another From my…

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Sometimes- A Break for Some Poetry

Sometimes I realize how close I am to the ground. So close that I can see very small stones and pieces of dirt that I know taller people can’t see. Sometimes I become very dissatisfied with myself and the fact that I often wear jeans twice in a row without washing them. Sometimes I see people…

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