The Rather Foul-Smelling Fairy
There once was a fairy that lived in a rock cave hidden amidst the rolling green hills of Northern Ireland. He was called Grogoch.
Scrappy's Big Day
Scrappy the Yorkie was a small dog, Not much bigger than your average bullfrog. He hoped that one day he would grow much bigger,
Capturing the Wild and Untamed
I turn and smile at my husband as we approach the halfway mark of the South River Falls Trail in Shenandoah National Park. Earlier in the day, we met a woman who said this area was a great place to spot black bears. Living in Virginia for about a year, we hiked many trails in Shenandoah. All of them were amazing, but the opportunity to see a bear evaded us.
Not brown; Not burgundy; Not orange; Red. The shade of a fox - A splash of titian on an Autumn trail - Beneath the setting gouache-sun.
Moving Forward with Sharks
What’s scarier than an ocean with sharks? An ocean without them. Greenpeace During distance learning for elementary students this year, I incorporated a Would you Rather question as an ice-breaker for the start of each class. Soon, a pattern in the student’s choices emerged. Every time there was an option involving water, the students preferred the land activity, and I became curious.
Flirting with the Zodiac
she slept with wolves without fear for the wolves knew a lion was among them. - r.m. drake Image by Oleg Gamulinskiy from Pixabay
Black in Business: The Plant-Based Kind
“Like So, Like That,” Tabitha Brown’s joyful, uplifting voice brought spirit and sparkle into my quarantine. And, perhaps more importantly, she helped me transition from a pescetarian to a mostly plant-based diet.
- Second Place in Teen Angst Playlist Challenge
She Should Be Kissed
The students flock into the classroom, its walls and chalkboard coated in shocking shades of pink. A freckled, redhead slumps into her seat, an empty desk with a girl in it. She scoffs at herself for thinking elementary school was harsh with kids comparing decorated paper-plate card holders to see whose contained the most Valentines. Cheerleaders parade into the class to pass out carnations, and her head drops. Her eyes run along the black and white lines in her novel, eagerly gobbling each letter and word. Over a thousand pages to devour of Margaret Mitchell’s Gone with the Wind. Not a usual choice for a teen in 1984, but she’s not a usual girl. Let the cool kids get the flowers. She’ll take a trip, any trip, out of the ordinary and into a world where she should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.