Poetry Archive

When I was in eighth grade, a boy in my class, a boy named Brett, took his own life. I had known Brett since kindergarten, but by junior high, we weren’t close, the pressure of different social spheres weighing heavily. We passed each other ...Read More

One of my hopes with Red Shutters is to celebrate my love of reading. To that end, I started a what I am reading list and have written several times about the importance of reading and books. After my son was born, I was so ...Read More