The croaking frogs sing a lullaby at twilight, harmonizing the pop of sticks crumbling in the campfire. Lake Superior hums beneath it all, carrying the song in waves and dancing stones, in splashes and gentle crashes. prologue to moonlight summer’s lasting solstice glow stay with me awhile I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve WrittenContinue reading “Lawn Chairs at Twilight”
Navigating my writing adventures through teaching, motherhood, and cancer survivorship.
Words and Coffee Writing 