A visit from the missionaries made my night. For real!

We were enjoying some herbal treats one night, when who should knock at the door but the Mormon missionaries!

We hear their voices from our bedroom. “Are your mom and dad here?” Kristopher and I look at each…

Open Borders

I once had a student who moved like water, so much so that one day when she came in out of the rain, I could barely tell where the drops of rain ended and she began. And when she spoke, I could barely tell where she ended and her words began. “I remember something on the bus,” she said. “Tell me if I…

The unavoidable terror

I have oh so many words to express grief and suffering.

I can oh so poetically tell you about my pain.

I am oh so good at articulating sorrow.

The light after a storm

A poet must go outside for at least ten minutes a day, no matter the weather.

It is a mercy of the kind that leads me to continue to believe in a force of Love in the universe that there is no light more…