I always say i'm not traveling for the holiday, and I always do... it was lots of family, friends, gifts and reminiscing. It was sunny, shopping malls, and I was able to get to the beach. I missed california, salty air and the 405. I mean, most of my poems call to the beach and the freeway. These are my roots. Anyway, on baby jesus' birthday, we ate gumbo and cornbread muffins. And my aunt made her famous chicken wings. I think I had two plates full of the wings. I lost count. I was in food heaven. I swear. I ate and ate. And since returning, I've been making cornbread. My favorite part is mixing the batter. It gives me warm fuzzies. And when it comes out of the oven, it smells nothing short of divine. Bring on the cornbread!I've been thinking about the lessons learned this year. They span. I mean, I learned how to better relate to my students. I learned how to close various important doors. I learned how to forgive. I learned how to better manage my time. I learned more about poetry. I learned more about crafts. I learned that I'm a bit conservative. I learned more about sex and love.
I have also been thinking about what's ahead: classes starting in spring at Columbia, and changes to Revolving Door Reading Series. I've accomplished A LOT in 2009. I deserve a bit of a break. Naples, FL do you hear me calling.
