I am attending a three week writing institute with my new school district. To sum up a typical day, we write, we share, and we write some more. It has absolutely been the best training I have received in my teaching career, and I know that I have grown as a writer and educator.
I wrote this free-association poem on the first day of the class. Enjoy!
Uhaul
The Uhaul carries my boxes
The boxes store my memories,
The memories of people I have left
and the places I will not again see.
Those people are now like stars,
burning brightly in the distant night.
The night holds the faces and artifacts of my past,
then reflects them into the brilliant darkness.
The boxes are dark, full of obscure objects
that fill my tightly packed Uhaul
and pull into my new day.
...more to come over the next few weeks!
About Me
- The Travel Log of a Work in Progress
- I am a follower of Jesus Christ. I am in love with Seth Henderson. I am a fan of good music, the smell of rain, and a good cup of coffee. I am happiest when I am teaching kids how to become better writers, meeting new people, laughing and making jokes with my incredible family, or sitting at Starbucks with a good friend or a good book. I am fulfilled when I am speaking into the lives of students, especially girls, on the subject of purity and God’s best. I want to travel around the world, love people without reservation, and leave my print on someone else’s life. I am a mess, a contradiction, a work in progress journeying through this life with my Savior leading me one day at a time. He is making me more like him, more genuine and loving. He is my all. Enjoy my random thoughts on life, love, and faith.