The Hoo-Hahs
In 2011, I attended my first CWPA Conference in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I had recently accepted an interim director of composition...
A Borrowed Phrase
A friend calls it the rhyme of circumstances. The way pieces of our lives are marked by constants we cannot explain. My daughter was born...
When Your Tweet Is Too Long
Almost two years ago my daughter’s history teacher and I planned a Mississippi history trip. It was an unbelievably moving trip for me...
We Are From: FYC Voices
The week our semester started, NPR published a crowd-sourced “Where I’m From” poem that included submissions from people all around the...
Running, Rare Disease, and Insurance Obstacles
My daughter is going to run in two different events at a track meet today. The fact that I spent the morning preparing to sit outside on...
Summer and Bringing the Happy
“I'm the person who likes creating more than completing, who answers the Meyers-Briggs question about whether you prefer starting to...
Weighty Decisions
Since Wednesday, February 14th, my social media outlets have been filled with responses to the tragic school shooting at Marjory Stoneman...
Digital Rabbit Holes
I am teaching a digital literacies class this semester, and the first writing assignment asks students to consider their reliance on...
Day One and a Mentor
It is the first day of classes, and, as is typical, my mind is racing with thoughts and ideas about the new semester. Excitement about...
Making 2018
I was scrolling through Facebook today when I saw that a friend and colleague of mine wished his friends a happy new year saying “here’s...
