Poetry intimidates me. It makes me feel underdressed for the occasion. It drops names I don’t know. Sometimes, it makes fun of my plain Midwestern accent. It wasn’t always this way. I first met poetry–where else?–in the unpretentious pages of Dr. Seuss as I read about the red fish and the blue fish and the […]
Read MoreIt’s a peaceful summer day and the steely water of Lake Superior stretches into the fog, blending with the sky. Seagulls patrol the air, punctuating the stillness with their calls. A tiny cabin with whitewashed walls and red trim keeps lookout on the rocks, the pines closing in behind it. The cabin is full of […]
Read MoreLast fall, I started a series of posts called “Untangled” that described small ways I’m trying to become less reliant on my smart phone. The purpose was to create more margin in my life and restore habits that foster creativity. (Good-bye Facebook, hello daydreams.) You can start reading the series here. Two years ago, I […]
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