After 25 minutes of searching for a Christmas story online that one of my kindergartner students could read on their own… I wrote my own!

Dreams can reflect the shadows we do not want to see…

A shaft of moonlight fell through the open window upon the bare wooden floor before my feet. The room was bare of any furniture. The window, shutterless. A square, open section of floor surrounded by a rickety railing showed the second floor below the loft where I stood. No rugs or ornaments decorated the room. Nothing rich, of that sort. Only a single illuminating beam of silver. 

“Would you look at the audacity of that man down there?”

“Do not be so hard on him. Every human wishes, after all.”

“But the dreams of that man…”

“So? In the darkness I admire a humans’ tenacity and willfulness.”

During the past four of weeks, I have had three of my elementary Language Arts students complete their reading of The Twelve Labors of Hercules in our own unit, where they analyzed exposition and rising plot charts before they wrote their own creative “6 Labors” legend using genre modeling! In every session, I am continuously blown away and inspired by the imagination my students possess…

Two sessions, High School and Middle School. When we try to control creativity, the sad truth is that it never works…

Dreams have always provided me with inspiration and foresight into my writing and personal life. Sometimes they are based on my day, sometimes they seem like miraculous stories that only my sleeping imagination can conjure up…

Today I searched for an article that might help me in the drafting of my characters’ behavioral tags for fear, dread, and anxiety in my novel…

In a student’s session, I asked her to give me a random setting, two characters, and a problem…

Two joyful little beans were born into nourishing fields—supported both by a wise moon and a playful sun…