We’ve been immersed in the world of Play-doh for hours, rolling it out, twisting it together, squishing shapes and colors into a messy rainbow. With every new creation, she squeals, "I MAKE!" What she makes? Not important. She's just giggling with pride and dancing her way around the coffee table because she made something. For …
On Learning To Write Again
From the moment I learned to draw that twenty-sixth letter of the alphabet, I’ve loved to string them all together. Writing and I, we go way back. A tower of journals has hovered in the corner of my bedroom for years. The first one began in second grade. I used to write every day during …