this time of year reminds me of my first fall in this area.. married four months and living in a cozy townhouse, struggling to feel comfortable in my new life and a new place... busy and ambitious as i taught at the community college and spent two nights out of the week enrolled in classes at upenn, seriously considering enrolling full-time in the phd program. life was so different. and i was so different. i found time to consistently write poetry, still stumbling upon them seven years later as i try to organize bins in my closet or boxes in the storage area... i wondered about what my marriage would evolve into, what my husband would teach me about love and faith, and if i would ever truly feel that this was my life. i constantly found my mind wandering to how things were "back home" surrounded by family and cushioned by familiarity and safety. i looked forward to a time when i would be back in a high school classroom, teaching a curriculum that i helped write and fel...
moments of flutter and life and learning