I get an opportunity to feel something really sad.

Flipping my lid, storming off, soothing myself, and trying again.

What am I supposed to do when I’m bored waiting for the bus?!

Momentum is a powerful drug.

How one little word changes my learning process.

I explain why I burst into tears when writing a blog post.

What could I use to fix the flat on my high agency tricycle?

Using George Mack’s inversion technique made writing irresistible.

Gym Bros teach me something about flexing.

As expected, learning something new is starting to feel harder and less fun. Can I sink into the feeling of the dip?

I'm writing a children's book to help further learning to write.

My first poem inspired by glorious moments in Lassen Volcanic National Park backcountry with my family.

Pauses in a conversation have a surprise hiding in them.