Here is my poem based off of this photo:

Despite its stillness Picture frozen water flows Green comb waterfall Thanks to Colleen M. Chesebro at https://wordcraftpoetry.com/ Photo from https://secondwindleisure.com/
Here is my poem based off of this photo:

Despite its stillness Picture frozen water flows Green comb waterfall Thanks to Colleen M. Chesebro at https://wordcraftpoetry.com/ Photo from https://secondwindleisure.com/

Five-hundred books!
I have to say, this brings me a lot of pride and joy. I’ve said before that it was a tough decision for me to self-publish. Not just because it felt like a defeat to not get accepted by a publisher, but more importantly I realized that I would have to promote the book myself.
I guess I’m doing a pretty good job!
I was thinking today about the rejection letters that I received when I submitted Tao of Thoreau for publication. Two of them were real disappointments because they expressed interest at first: I really thought the dream would come true. Due to those near successes, I held on to the idea of being published, until I finally made the decision to give it a go.
Now, I’m thinking of each of those books as an acceptance letter. And that’s a good feeling!
I think I’ve turned a mental corner about my writing. I feel more like an accomplished author every day, and the wannabee dreamer is being put behind.
A dream came true for me yesterday! I was interviewed by Victoria Onofrei for the radio show “Victoria in Verse”.
If you know me, you know the opportunity to talk about MYSELF FOR AN HOUR was exciting. I read four poems, told a story, and talked at length about family, teaching, writing, and playing Ultimate Frisbee. Basically, I got to talk about every part of my life that I care about and invest time into.
Victoria was a wonderful interviewer! The Zoom format was so familiar and comfortable, it was honestly like talking to a good friend. She kept the interview moving by asking a variety of questions. I feel like it is going to make great listening.
The planned broadcast date is this coming Sunday, March 12th. Of course, I will share the link for those of you that are interested in listening.
Got my new gear ready for a radio interview today. Details to come!!


I’m always trying to capture the way snowy branches look woven together. This picture does a decent job of capturing this.
I love the way snow turns the winter forest into a black and white landscape. This beauty is so wonderfully contrasting to the colorful loveliness of spring, summer and fall. Snow takes away the starkness of winter, giving brightness to the otherwise dulled colors.
Also, Anna is a cutie pie.

My first advertisement! Published in Chronogram magazine. Exciting!

Finally got some snow yesterday in this spring-like winter! This picture is from the farm across the street from my house. I love how it looks black and white even though it is color.
I began this poem in December of 2020:
Covid year took away so much It even took away nothing. Gave “No School” the virus Changed snow days to work days.
This is all I wrote the first time that a snow day was replaced by a remote teaching day. At the time, I thought snow days were over for good. Since then, Connecticut has ruled that remote learning cannot replace snow days.
I wasn’t feeling bad for myself, really. I got to sleep in, I was home, didn’t have to make two 45-minute commutes. And though I didn’t have the day off, I also knew we wouldn’t have to make up any days at the end of the school year. I can delay my gratification.
I really felt bad for the kids. Snow days are the most exciting things when you are little. A day off from school, a chance to go outside and play in the snow. (And yes, a lot of kids still like to be outside.) To do … whatever. Or nothing. A taste of freedom.
In those strange, upside-down pandemic days, I thought this would be taken away forever. As I sit here on a snow day, flakes falling outside, (working on grades because most teachers take advantage of any time that you can correct without new work coming in) I am happy. Throughout Connecticut, kids are building snowmen, hurling snowballs, running and shrieking and giggling. And that’s what I would have missed the most if snow days were gone for good.

The #sundaystills photo challenge this week is “Feed the birds”. This is my contribution!