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,...
