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JEMS: Words for a New Year

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Wednesday, January 2, 2013. Words for a New Year. Tonight, finds me at home, still. High heels click on the bathroom floor above me; the shower switching on and off as my children get ready to meet the New Year. I will still have a kiss at midnight, but I'll probably be balancing a book along with my champagne flute. Here's some of the books I read since the clock struck 2012. Just like the parts of my life, some will make you laugh, and some will make you cry. Cheers. The Sandcastle Girls,. I couldn't h...

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JEMS: September 2011

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Friday, September 16, 2011. Yesterday I ran into an old friend in the copy room. We'd known each other long before we started teaching at the same university, chatting with each other at open houses and baseball games. I put my arm around his shoulder, feeling his age through the crisply-pressed blue dress shirt. He kissed my cheek, leaving a soft, dry impression against my skin. I'm so sorry," I whispered into his ear. "How are you doing? Indeed, my dear child. Indeed. Sunday, September 4, 2011. It's on...

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JEMS: Talking with Jordan

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Wednesday, March 27, 2013. One afternoon, a student wandered into my office to talk about writing. Here's what happened:. Teaches writing at Waynesburg University, in addition to directing the Writing Center. Her apprenticeship to creative nonfiction began at the age of 11 when she discovered her father’s copy of Capote’s. On a pile of true crime magazines. Jill Moyer Sunday interview, with Jordan Merenick. So tell a little bit about yourself professor. Did you always want to be an author? My first story...

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JEMS: History Lesson 101

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Friday, March 8, 2013. The following tale took place in my classroom a couple of years ago and was recently published in the Winter 2012-2013. Journal of the Assembly for Explanded Perspectives in Learning (JAEPL). I haven't been able to get Joe out of my mind, so I thought I'd share him with you, too. The next morning, I rounded the bend from my office to my classroom, coming face to face with a short, trim man, his white hair cropped in military style. This had to be Joe. “Good morning! 8221; he asked.

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JEMS: Break Out the Tap Shoes

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Thursday, January 31, 2013. Break Out the Tap Shoes. Okay, so I'll admit that the classroom is all wrong. I'm teaching on the bottom floor this semester, in a squared-off white-block room primarily reserved for criminal justice classes. The residual vibes are hinky. When I enter the room, my mind seizes, all those shadow words about police procedure jamming my normal thought processes. My creative feelers are sticky from the nasty web in the doorway. But, come on.an eye roll? Click below for my essay "Th...

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JEMS: August 2011

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Friday, August 5, 2011. The cool blue shimmer. Calls me by name with. Rolling syllables, tumbling,. Frothing, finally trickling over. My feet. My soul settles,. My heart eases, sliding down. From the sore spot in my throat,. Slowing to sync with the pulse. Of the waves. Once. you leaned. Against the dune's high shelf,. Shifting sand into a sunflower,. For our daughters, the petals. Just brushing my skin. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Click here to read my new blog, a food memoir of sorts.

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JEMS: July 2012

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Tuesday, July 3, 2012. Four kids and a mom climbed into the counter seats facing the window, each waiting for a slice of pizza straight from the oven. My heart constricted a bit with the memory of my own four on days like these, when we sought shelter from the rain. We used to go together, spending most summer days from 11 to 4 or even 5 at the YMCA pool. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Click here to read my new blog, a food memoir of sorts. Click here to read "Shopping at Trader Joe's". Notes from Wazoo Farm.

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JEMS: The Nada

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Friday, February 15, 2013. Today, loss washes inside of me like the leftover milk in the bowl I carry to the sink. Each of my steps forces a thin skim of white over the bowl's blue insides. Sloshing precariously close to the edge of the rim, the liquid threatens to spill over, wetting my hands, my pants, my feet. If I'm careful, I can right the bowl and avert the mess. I plant my feet firmly in the wet sand, grains whooshing out with the tide, throwing me off balance. Im glad I finally got a chance to re...