Family Friday: Celebrating the Small Successes

Yesterday morning I finally finished my rough draft of the Great Seal of the State of Wyoming to brand on the Wyoming flag bison. A small success along this very long road. I look both ways, behind me and ahead, with a giddy sort of excitement and an extreme amount of gratitude that I do…

The Lost Stories

I have more stories and poetry to post here, but today I am thinking about the ones that I haven't held onto-- the stories I let get lost on an old hard drive instead of transferring them to the new one. Most of these stories held at the heart of them a dying friendship, but…

Cowboy/Dancer/Whatever

This week I thought I would share another personal essay from Hollins. We were prompted to write about technology and had to choose between television, computers, and a third option that I don't remember, perhaps our phones. I chose to write about my television at home in Wyoming. Regularly working with footnotes in the history…

Family Friday: Gratitude

Shabbat Shalom! Surprisingly, the questions I fielded the most while working as a substitute teacher, besides my age, concerned my happiness. One teacher told me that his class requested me by asking for "Ms. Happy Sub." Though they never called me that to my face, the teens frequently asked me either with the best of…

A Sensible Ant

This is an odd short story I wrote while studying abroad in London. Later, I recorded myself reading it out loud for an audio-zine one of my friends put together. Originally titled, "Shopping Cart Freedom," I think that I found a much better title that suits the story. Skyscrapers from my time in Israel A…

Family Friday: Juneteenth

Shabbat Shalom and Happy Juneteenth! These last three weeks I have written about our communities in the wake of George Floyd. I still hope that George Floyd's horrific murder will mark yet another turning point in our country and that we will learn from this painful experience. Much of my scholarship on slavery and religion…

Pennsylvania 6-5000

Yesterday was my sister's birthday! So I thought I would share a poem I wrote in college about listening to Glenn Miller in our basement with our Bubbe. The week I wrote this poem, my poetry class with T.J. Anderson had a discussion about the symbolism of the color green. T.J., as he liked us…