Daily writing promptWhat’s the one luxury you can’t live without?View all responses Where final exams are marked in chalk and truth lingers in the silence after the bell. An Art Room Parable of Grades, Truth, and the Scent of Soil There was once a boy named Jaleel who swore he always did his work.He said... Continue Reading →
Fleet Farm Shoes and the Fool Who Found Freedom
Daily writing promptIf humans had taglines, what would yours be?View all responses Tag-line on a T-Shirt Plymouth, 1977, and a Porch Where Truth Took Root Basketball ruled our little corner of Plymouth. Coach Frank Schade had us dreaming we could slam-dunk our way to glory if we boxed out hard enough. Tim Halstead didn’t need... Continue Reading →
The Swing I Never Sat In (And the Fear That Still Knows My Name)
Daily writing promptWhat fears have you overcome and how?View all responses An Empty Seat, a Full Heart, and a Second Chance to Listen The chair waited—still, empty, listening for the voice that never came. Some fears come loud, like a slammed door or a marching band you didn’t invite.Others just show up with their own... Continue Reading →
Three Times I Said the Name
A story to remind myself. This is a true account from a summer morning in 1983 or maybe ’84, told first as it happened, then as a mystic might sing it. It’s not here to argue or persuade. It’s here to mark a moment when the unseen pressed close, and a name carried me through.... Continue Reading →
The Day the Mud Swallowed My Sisters (And I Learned to See)
Feel the thaw. Sense the trap. It starts with a thaw—a late-winter lie that crusts the snow and turns the ground to soup. Have you ever watched someone you love step into a moment that looked safe—only to sink? In our country home, a comma between cornfield and farm, the sledding hill called. Long. Steep.... Continue Reading →
When the Lion Looked Back: On Broken Crayons, Falcon Eyes, and the Need to Be Seen
What does it mean to be truly seen? We don’t outgrow the need to be seen.We just get better at pretending we don’t need it. But sometimes a story—or a line from a stranger’s blog—uncovers something buried.Something like a boy, a crayon, and a lion no one believed he drew. The Lion I was four.... Continue Reading →
Legacy in the Quiet Things
Daily writing promptWhat is the legacy you want to leave behind?View all responses I used to think legacy meant a plaque. You know—a shiny nameplate, maybe a hallway photo where I don't look like I just sneezed. Something official. Something framed. But after 40 years of parenting, teaching, loving, failing, forgiving, and scribbling in the... Continue Reading →
Risks I Don’t Regret: The Hidden Curriculum
Daily writing promptDescribe a risk you took that you do not regret.View all responses “No one dies if the assignments don’t get finished. But if you do engage, you might find you become a little more self-aware—or at least remember you’re still alive.” Tatum Works While Melanie Sleeps Most days, I take a risk just... Continue Reading →
The Day My Ego Split… and So Did My Pants
Daily writing promptDescribe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.View all responses “Look at You, Look at You”: Ego, Embarrassment, and the Slow Work of Becoming Real There was a season when I was riding high—beloved by students, featured in the school paper, welcomed in the hallways like a... Continue Reading →
The Restaurant Where Goats Fell and Grace Showed Up
Daily writing promptWhat is your favorite restaurant?View all responses Goats on the Roof and Grace on the Table What a Swedish pancake house, a rain-slick roof, and a sticky apple juice spill taught me about real nourishment Not a chef, not a critic… just forming Back in my twenties, I worked at a Swedish restaurant... Continue Reading →