Category: Essays/Poetry

When my woman talks it’s a symphony… Like a nightingale’s song she sings to me…

That same morning, also very early, I happened to be out on the road, experiencing in real time what the psychologist had been talking about…

If you could get peoples’ synapses to wrap around some nifty new service, or product, or, perhaps, a company’s good deeds, that was some seriously satisfying adventuring…

Levi says he’s never grown a plant from seed and found the experience therapeutic. “It’s nice to see something grow from nothing…”

They’re like pixie dust, in a way… those three related words, all suggesting thoughtful, mutual, even casual talk among folks…

This ‘First Person’ essay by Christie Nold appeared on Chalkbeat.org on November 17, 2021. What’s left of my home has me rethinking what I teach, READ MORE

I have no idea why certain words come to me, usually between three and four in the morning. A friend of ours who’s studied strange phenomena, says it’s ‘woo-woo’…

I started writing this column, featuring ‘screwy,’ late Wednesday, with something about reality shows in the first draft…

They had not yet learned to speak English, making it difficult to learn much in any of their classes…

I was talked into binge-watching a series of shows on cable TV, featuring totally dysfunctional — totally nuts — characters…

Even large birds that, this time of year, hunt for small fish in the lagoons, were kicking back for the moment…

“This is what I do,” he said. “I make stuff. I give it away…”

Let’s use the word — ‘clarifying’ — as an adjective to describe communication…

His hair was pretty long, as I recall – this was back in the late, swinging 60s of the cultural revolution – and his attire wasn’t at all corporate…

The media trumpeted a “retired Dade County detective”, not involved in the investigation, who publicly criticized the police department in North Port, Florida…