I was born in Far Rockaway in 1952 and then grew up on Long Island where I began to surf with a wave of boomers into a constant cultural revolution. My word life still feels like I am out of that cradle endlessly rocking because after the beach, the best thing about suburbia was that I first learned about Walt Whitman as a local poet.
My mother taught third was everybody’s favorite. By singing the electric poetic, I’ve earned respect, too, as a pedagogy pusher and composition wrangler, as a WAC Clearinghouse Board Member and a Writing Studio administrator, and as someone smart enough to know I am still learning to be the most loving teacher I can be.
I sing the poetic electric by making certain I teach Richard Hugo’s lesson to me about writing from my heart by nurturing my student’s creative and critical voices. My happiness depends on teaching and collaborating with better writers while trashing J.D. Salinger's fiction with occasional pieces of published paper on his trail.