Look and Listen

Please note this post may contain affiliate links. Thanks. I think I first fell in love with him in my AP American Lit class. Described by Hollywood as a "sweaty-toothed madman" he possessed little to attract another other than his adept mastery of words. Words that somehow spoke into the depth of me. He's really part of the reason I love words so much. The way he twisted them, wove them into vibrant, intricate picture-songs. I'd never seen or heard anything like it. I love Walt Whitman. I love his "Song of Myself" from Leaves of Grass. I love the way his words inspired something inside me that lay dormant. That's the beauty of reading, really. It's connecting with some idea in such a way th

Civil Disobedience

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PSSA and Poetry

I know, I know. I should be introducing myself, sharing all kinds of cutesy information about Story Trekker, and trying to pitch some kind of product right off the bat. This is the best I can do. It's a picture my 8-year-old took of me this fall. Just so we're clear, I don't usually look like this. Right now, I'm wearing black leggings, a pink sweatshirt, and my hair desperately needs a cut. But anyway... The reason I can't be bothered with formalities right now (that will be another post down the line), is that this week starts the PSSA here in Pennsylvania. I don't know what you call it in your neck of the woods, but I do know it's every where. The dreaded state-standardized test. I also k

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