: About Me

Hello, All!

I was born in Newton, Massachusetts in the 60's. It's not a very interesting story, is it? Okay, okay. I studied English and History, and then German Theatre. I moved to Germany for 10 years after receiving a stipend from Cornell to go there for a year.

Now, I teach German and Writing, and I love it. I have one daughter of sixteen years, and she is a great person. She is very intelligent and sensitive, and she puts up with me. I don't know how she does it, either. We have many pets - maybe that helps. Here are my thoughts on language:

Language is a tool, a bridge for communication between separate individuals; but, depending upon the way it is used, it can also become a means to dividing peoples. We should be responsible with what we write or say - whatever it is, it may very well stick. In my opinion, we should all think more, in this modern day and age, about how we can be good to each other and our planet. No one is perfect, though, so we should learn to forgive ourselves for our mistakes, when and if we make them, to say "I'm sorry," and to keep moving forward!

Welcome, my new friends. I'm very much looking forward to dialoguing with all of you over the course of time - if you are interested. Much luck to all of you!

My passion is ...

making sense of literature

I know too much about ...

Shakespeare

My parents always told me ...

if I didn't know how to spell it, I should look it up in the dictionary...

My childhood ambition ...

to be a great teacher

My favorite memory ...

Going to England one summer

Why I write ...

to appreciate the craft and to better myself, hopefully

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

only this screen

My first job ...

was candy striping

My best moment ...

when I was asked to publish

My inspiration ...

two teachers I had, long ago...

Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Family memories

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Article: "My Sweetie" or "Love and Lessons in the City" First written in the Nineties Earlier this afternoon, Mia and I were walking to French lessons, following a lunch at Verena's. I guess I was in a fairly good mood myself, and I must have been more open to things outside myself than I usually am. Normally, I think, in running from one place to another, I just don't notice what's happening around me, or at least, I am so seldomly transported into another world as I was today. I heard a man, standing across the road from the prison, yelling over the wall into the window of the room where...

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