I wanted to do something prose. Fragments of thought ended up as a poem.  It happens every year. “Ms. Vaughan, do you believe in …

Before we begin… What is the purpose of art?  What is art’s purpose?  What’s art supposed to do?!  Let’s start with what we know …

I will do anything to avoid doing actual work right now. The sun is too sweet this time of year, even when it is obscured by the …

This is what I remember from a recent conversation that I had with my mentor that started out about leadership but ended up on lo…

It is magic to have your brain organized by hearing someone smarter than you speak.  It happened to me last night when listening …

I wrote this on the Notes app while flipping through my handwritten journal. Where does my taste come from?  Not that sense that …

I set a timer for 30 minutes, put my phone in the other room, and wrote.  I haven’t been writing lately. And it isn’t because I d…

Since my anxiety shows up as guilt and overthinking, any gratitude practice can fail. It goes like this: I start to think ab…

Okay, hear me out: One day in 2020, after reading A Raisin in the Sun , A student closed the book and paused. She l…