Friends, I am not one to (generally) care (that much) about social media stats. Less than 5,000 followers? Who gives? Our audience is engaged, and I am grateful for each and every one of you. Oh, reels are the thing now? Meh. I'm just starting to emb...
I know people who are fun. Those effervescent, happy, buoyant souls with whom the party dances right through the door. Who are always up for going out, staying late, and doing crazy things like making lots of plans.
Friends, I am not one...
What's been especially interesting to me about doing these Poetry by Post mailings back to back to back is how variable the experience is. One month, the essay is particularly hard to write. Another month, I am beyond frustrated with image creation....
In a world in which so much content is posted to social media the second it's created, I've kind of begun to relish the feeling of holding images of these mailings back, instead waiting for subscribers' first glimpses to be the ones they get when the...
With kids at home non-stop these days, it's proving impossible to not be reflecting upon my parenting. Mostly, about how I'm doing it wrong. Please tell me I'm not alone in this? I don't set out every morning looking to judge myself (and I love my ki...
The past twenty years of my life have amounted to an ongoing quest to figure out how I want to spend my days. For the entire span of my twenties, I didn't know what I was moving toward, but I took next steps in logical directions and listened to the...
The March issue of Poetry by Post reached mailboxes at the tail end of the month (!), and although the timeline was not ideal, I am grateful that poetry is always worth waiting for. Or at least my subscribers are nice enough not to mention otherwise....
There was one time in my past when life was lived at such opposite extremes I could hardly make sense of the experience. It happened in the months after we brought our identical twin girls home. We were new parents. We lived away from both of our fam...
Beginning in November of last year, I started to feel a constant, low-level panic about launching Poetry by Post. Prior to November, the project was nascent enough -- and private enough -- that had I wanted to pull the plug on it, I could have. But c...
