by mylinhshattan | Oct 10, 2019 | On Education, On Literature, Poetry for Emergencies, Stories
 Listen to PODCAST iTunes Spotify I had a teacher in eighth grade named Miss Michaelson. She was a bit long in the tooth and had a jagged helmet of black hair. A big boned woman, she wore dresses which wrapped about her like robes on a Greek statue, the overall... 
by mylinhshattan | Apr 28, 2017 | On Life, On Literature
Word of the day: a cephalophore is any of a group of Catholic martyrs who were supposed to carry their heads in their hands.  Also:  The family of mollusks with distinct heads. Family of ventricose or filliform mushrooms. (wordnik.com) I came across this image in a... 
by mylinhshattan | Apr 14, 2017 | Bookshelf, On Life
This spring cats are everywhere, in my reading, on my whiteboard, in illustrations.  I came across Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats by T.S. Eliot in Haslams, a sprawling old book store in St. Petersburg, Florida.  The subject didn’t appeal... 
by mylinhshattan | Apr 21, 2016 | On Life, On Literature
Spring came late this year to Connecticut with mornings still in the 40s. We hosted an exchange student from Spain and she experienced her first snow in April, not once but twice.  It was just the right amount to cover the ground, dust branches, and melt by afternoon.... 
by mylinhshattan | Nov 25, 2015 | On Life, On Literature
My first baby screamed for six weeks. We didn’t know what we were doing; neither of us ever babysat a child, much less an infant. I remember coming home from the hospital and setting our baby and her carrier in the entrance, letting out a breath, thinking “Phew, the...