Self-proclaimed professional bon vivant. Middle school Writing teacher. NYC is where I hang my hat. This is what's on my mind.
In a year marked by tragedy—both personal and political—I turned to books, as usual, for solace, answers, escape, and laughter. I had set out to read 20 books in 2017 (I'd forgotten about this goal until I recently logged into my Goodreads account) and ended up reading only eight books. Better luck next year! Despite... Continue Reading →
"We tell ourselves stories in order to live...We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the 'ideas'... Continue Reading →
Self-proclaimed professional bon vivant. Teacher by trade. NYC is where I hang my hat. This is what's on my mind.
Self-proclaimed professional bon vivant. Teacher by trade. NYC is where I hang my hat. This is what's on my mind.
Self-proclaimed professional bon vivant. Teacher by trade. NYC is where I hang my hat. This is what's on my mind.
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