Yesterday I was talking with a new acquaintance at a park, while our children explored the woods. I mentioned a homeschooling lesson I’d made inspired by the Dominican-American poet RhinaEspaillat. The poem “Bodega” immersed my children in her childhood...
Originally posted on September 25th, 2015 Today I felt like quitting. One can only endure so much screaming, throwing, yelling, and biting. I wanted to cry, scream, and walk off of the job, but being a mother doesn’t allow...
It was dark, cold, and rainy when I walked from my house to my neighbors in the wee morning hours on a Saturday. My neighbor is an author/illustrator and I am a writer. We were both cold, wet, tired,...
Since having my kids six years ago, google maps has suggested that I set the local playground as my place of employment more than once. You visit Kids Corner Playground often would you like to set this location as...
I’ve been afraid of “losing my name” for awhile now. Of course, I don’t mean this literally- I’ve had my christian name on lockdown for more than three decades and I got my married name sorted out more than...
