Could I have learned to teach and even write without studying which great British poets wrote their poetry on hallucinogens and when? Probably, but I took the class anyway because I liked the professor.
Tomorrow…
Nineteen years ago.... nineteen years ago, I was running around chasing a five year old while I was heavily pregnant with my second child. The second child came after a few years of struggling with infertility, before PCOS really had a name. My first child was a beautiful, happy, curly brown haired moppet of a... Continue Reading →