Lists of reasons to not write are long, most of them written by people on deadline. This past week, in order to avoid doing my work (writing...

Mrs. Henderson, my sixth grade teacher, had sensible lace up heels, salt-n-pepper hair and permanently embedded chalk in her torn and ragged...

“Kids just don’t know how to work,” I hear my friends complain. They have no desire to learn nor do many of them have the desire to do much ...

I love the Olympics. Particularly the summer games. I hear that music and it is like a trumpet call to make popcorn, sit down and go "W...

Three days in Albany at a Writing Conference for teachers -- a wonderful opportunity to share ideas for ten whole hours with third and four...

Kelly snapped this picture of Sara Kelly this week and it perfectly captures my image of July 2008 -- peeking out. I can't believe it h...

Everything you ever needed to know about relationships you can learn from picking raspberries. Don’t be fooled by all that greenery, there i...

"Keep the machine running." This is a quote given to me from Michael and to him from a veteran machinist. When Michael asked the o...

Fill your hat with water dump it on your head, watch the sunset fall in bed. Kick the horse to make it go, hike and sing, explore and show ...

What I want to do is blog about what a fab time I had at Granny Camp and visit with the Ohio Writing Project at Miami U (very cool), but fir...

So far we have visited the Desert Museum and the Colossal Cave. We've gone horseback riding and written in our journals. We've sung ...

Ben arrives for Granny Camp. Next stop, Tucson. We'd like to thank our sponsors: Kid provided by Kelly & Brian Weist Transportatio...

Back in the day, when Scottie was two, he knew how to grip the bat, address the T, smack the ball, drop the bat and run in a circle. He had ...

Dreams take the day's events, twist and bend, turn and tumble with hopes, dreads, obsessions and skinny-eyed suspicions. Presto! Out com...

When the suitcases come down from the attic, when the bike comes out of the garage, when one of us goes searching for car keys or a water bo...

There are no words. So many notes, books, poems all offered with genuine, hopeless chagrin: There are no words . . . Still we seek to find t...

Screen staring is not writing. It is not research. It is reading every news report you do and mostly do not need to know (cute animal videos...

The haiku poet speaks sincerely into the mike, holds heart in clenched fist The Haiku emcee invites the poets to bow from waist in respect ...

Says it all about the end of the school year, eh? Wednesday and Thursday Michael and I hiked and wrote with the Bay Middle School sixth grad...