A week ago, I was on a tour of Edinburgh Castle, the heart of the UNESCO preserved area of Edinburgh, Scotland. During the reign of Robert the Bruce, the whole castle was destroyed except St. Margaret’s Chapel. I was drawn in to the history of Margaret, Queen of Scots, and want to claim her for […]| Reflections on the Teche
“What do you want to do on the last weekend before school starts?” Kurt asked me this past Saturday morning. “I’m not sure,” I said. “Let me think about it.̶…| Nix the comfort zone
On Monday eight women activists drove 1.5 hours to the office of our U.S. Representative. We met with two of his staff members to try to seek the release of our friend and asylum seeker, Rocio. You can read her story here, and you can still sign and share the petition at the same link. […]| Dare to Care
19 August 2025 TwoWritingTeachers.orgOn Friday, we got up early and took a summer bike ride around our desert. (After several weeks of excessively hot low temperatures, we had not been out for a while.) The Friday morning ride reminded me of the delights we have had since we bought our electronic mountain bikes over three years ago. We’ve had quite a few bumps and bruises and one cut lip, but more joys than we can count.| Dare to Care
I’ve been overly focused on my eyes lately. On seeing. On not seeing. Late this past April my retina tore. Surgery followed and my vision was regained–mostly. My right pupil remains dil…| Nix the comfort zone
Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for creating an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write and share. One of our family’s spirit animals is the turtle. As my daughters were…| Reflections on the Teche
I’ve been in resistance training. Or at least that’s what it feels like. Everyday I am actively working not to hear the increasingly loud and rapid tick… tock… ticktock̷…| Nix the comfort zone
Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for creating an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write and share. The altar flowers were purple and gold, a nod to LSU where my parents …| Reflections on the Teche
Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for creating an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write and share. Have you seen Matilda, the Musical? I’ll take any excuse to see a musi…| Reflections on the Teche
Do you remember that old Staples ad? It was a back-to-school ad that showed a parent gleefully throwing school supplies into a cart with two glum children following along behind them. While I’m not thrilled with the glum child aspect, I still think the ad was amusing. Take a peek to refresh your memory! I’m […]| Nix the comfort zone
In her typically generous fashion, Georgia Heard has begun to share monthly writing prompt calendars. For July she created a “Month of Tiny Letters.” Each day offers an invitation to write a tiny letter. Yesterday’s prompt was “Send love to your tired self.” Dear Tired Self, A napis a gift –not an indictment. Lean in.Close […]| Nix the comfort zone
After a fairly frenetic start to summer, I’m still struggling to find my summer rhythm. So far it’s mostly eluded me. I had all sorts of good intentions about getting back into a blogging routine, but once again, a few weeks have passed since I’ve posted. In the last couple of days, inspired by On […]| Nix the comfort zone
THWACK! I flinch violently as something hits the window. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a blur of feathers bounce off the glass and tumble downward. I jump up and race over to the door. A small…| Nix the comfort zone
Last Monday evening I was in a Zoom meeting with these poetry writing friends and bloggers: Glenda Funk, Kim Johnson, and Barb Edler. We talked about Slice of Life, and I made a commitment to write about our meeting, so I snapped this screenshot. During this Stafford Challenge small group meeting, Barb gave us the […]| Dare to Care
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Listening to Arthur Hnatek’s album ‘Melismetiq’ drove me to sleep one afternoon. The pianist’s fingers tenderly brushing the ivory keys. The trumpet beaming a yawning melody, gliding weightlessly a…| ATMA & Funomena