An Autumn Morning in New York

I had an unhappy week and I told myself, “something must change”. That night, I slept earlier, set my alarm clock to 7AM, only to realize that I slept through it the next day. I had wanted to film the sunrise. I quickly changed my clothes, grabbed the tripod and camera, and ran out the door. Here’s what came out of that morning. By the time I finished getting the footages, I looked at my phone and realized that it was Daylight Savings time. Everything worked out wonderfully: I didn’t get the sunrise, but I got up early enough to see what the early birds were up to (…)

Hello Autumn.

My favorite season is here. Why do I like Fall? A running list: copper orange, terracotta orange, pumpkin flavored everything: tea, pie, cinnamon sticks, stepping on crunchy leaves, crisp morning air, late afternoon sun, longer hugs, longer shadows, boots, trench coats, turtle necks, warm cider, …  

Teaching as/of Poetry

Last semester, I wrote a research paper titled, “Female Adolescents’ Perceptions of Themes Related to Identity Depicted in Artworks from Fantasy Fiction Novels”.  One of the novels was Princess and Curdie (1966), written by George Macdonald. I’m currently organizing my first year notes and journals and came across two passages that I’ve hand-written down, verbatim: “The night came close and around them, clasping them in one universal arm of love, and although it neither spoke nor smiled, seemed all eye and ear, seemed to see and hear and know everything said and did” (p. 52). “They were the happiest couple…