Okay, I was wrong ( one for the list!!! ). My understanding of what Beatnik meant was not quite right. Chocolate, coffee and poetry does ...

It's Sunday evening. I want to post a mentor text, but my brain, she be empty. I tumble through my thoughts, flip through my mental card...

Hope Hope is the thing with feathers  That perches in the soul,  And sings the tune--without the words,  And never stops at all, And sweet...

I am tired today.  Foot-dragging, eyes-drooping, body-fighting-every-step-of-the-way tired.  This tired makes me feel like I'd prefer ea...

Today we started on some poetry.  My theory is that kids like my little muffin-heads should love poetry since it breaks all the rules.  Why ...