Daily writing promptWhen you think of the word "successful," who's the first person that comes to mind and why?View all responses She was my 5th- and 6th-grade teacher. She taught us the words of the Black poets of the Harlem Renaissance so that we would realize that we were descended from people with great minds... Continue Reading →
Memories Make the Best Birthday Gifts: Why I Love and Follow So Many Poets.
Well, I have completed another turn around the Sun, number 72. A classmate posted a happy birthday wish on my Facebook account this morning. He reminded me of a part I played in a play in the sixth grade, I believe. We learned the poem, The Great Guest Came, by Edwin Markham. The poem is... Continue Reading →
LET ME EARN MY PAY!
I must learn how to balance my love of writing my blog and a job. I know tens of thousands of you do it every day, but as always, I tend to obsess over getting the teaching right. Therefore, it takes up a lot of my time, even though I only teach two courses. Yet,... Continue Reading →
Some Superheroes Don’t Wear Capes
Not many people would consider a comb and brush set as the tools of a superhero, but they were for me. I was in the fourth grade, all of nine years old, and my mother worked through the night, never home when my sister and I left for school. We had to get dressed by... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 