language

I used to sit in the back of Sr. Cecilia’s Freshmen English class and scribble poetry. I wasn’t much interested in what we were reading. Nathaniel Hawthorne and Thomas Hardy were old guys whose problems in no way jived with mine. But I got…

My whole life, I hated coffee. I mean, of course I drank Frappuccinos and the like. But the stuff inside actual coffee pots at home? Bitter. Battery acid. Ick. And then I had a kid. My go-to drink for morning wake up—water—wasn’t cutting it on…

In graduate school, I learned to read fast and write big. I wrote dozens of papers for my graduate English seminars in my years at Miami University (of Ohio), but one stands out. Actually, I couldn’t tell you what the paper was about, because all that…