A poem for educators everywhere — There are days when teaching is everything you dreamed about in graduate school, when the lessons go perfectly, and the questions are thoughtful, and the lightbulbs are bright, and you know that the words you speak will nestle into their hearts for the rest of their days. There are days…

For Uvalde, Texas — The glow from his nightlight splashed across his face. The hum of Disney lullabies hung in the air. He was sleepy — droopy eyelids of a tiny baby, and in my arms, and he was safe. “I want to keep him in a bubble,” I whispered to my husband as…

A poem — The cost of lanolin is eight dollars and twelve cents for a tiny tube of one point five ounces, and the price of a pump depends on what your insurance decides to make it. The cost of tissues when you want to cry from the pain and the bleeding and the dried skin, is six dollars…

Sometimes, healing is uncomfortable — When I was younger, my eczema was terrible, and so my mother would tell me to go into the ocean whenever I had the chance. She’d recount the healing properties of salt water and gently nudge me to take a dip in the sea. I’d cringe and tell her that…

Lessons from the sisterhood of motherhood — It was a rainy Saturday afternoon on the Upper East Side. My husband and I were at a baby naming ceremony for the daughter of our dear friends. She was a tiny, perfect, pink bundle of joy. Her parents beamed with pride. …

A poem for mothers — You were small, and I was young, you were learning about the world around you, and I was learning about how to take care of you — and me and your Daddy, too. You were small, and I was young, you were the child, and somehow, I was the grown-up I found that you…

A love letter for the mamas- in-waiting — Mother’s Day is today, and perhaps that doesn’t hurt your heart. Maybe that doesn’t make your insides sting a little bit, and you will enjoy the mother or mothers in your life that you adore and celebrate them the way they deserve. …

A poem — I hope you seek joy and I hope you seek peace and I hope you see happiness in every aspect of your life — but I hope you seek depth, too. Take the time to dig deep into the world around you — to stop and savor the coffee, to linger over…

Thoughts on Spring Awakening and the power of art — As an artist, there are days when sometimes I doubt my career path. I question if I should have pursued a course with more of a rhythm and certainty and far less rejection. There are times when I wonder what storytelling matters to this great big world we live in…