- Writing Utensil Pouch: 2021 was a year of flexible workspace. The Delde pencil pouch made the transition from virtual to hybrid to in-person instruction feel a little bit calmer. I loved how the pouch converted to a cup which made my dining room and bedroom feel like an official workspace.
- Artist Loft Dotted Journals: Dotted journals allowed me to move from from my pre-planning, which often involves sketching and concept maps, to drafting. Artist Loft journals were also inexpensive and sturdy which meant I never felt like they were too precious for daily pages and I took them with me everywhere. (Carpool line. Doctor’s office. Skating rink. Park.)
- South Carolina Literary Organizations: The South Carolina Writer’s Association, the Poetry Society of South Carolina, and the Pat Conroy Literary Center stayed committed to providing high quality literary experiences in the midst of a world-wide pandemic. Thanks to their commitment to digitizing events, I was able to attend more workshops, conferences, and meetings than ever before. I realize this pivot required hours of behind the scene work by committed volunteers. Their passion and dedication was a gift.
- Dark Chocolate: Need I say more?
- Hot Cinnamon Sunset Tea: If I were a hot tea, I would be Harney & Sons Hot Cinnamon Sunset Tea. The blend is spicy and sweet and the tea bags are strong enough to be used for a second cup. I purchase mine in the grocery aisle at Target, but Fresh Market also carries the tea. You can order online as well. As an added bonus, you can re-purpose the tin as a planter.
- Fellow Writers: In 2021, writing felt lonelier than ever. Thankfully, writers all over the world helped me feel connected with a swipe, tap, or click. These amazing creators provided valuable instruction that energized my writing practice. Additionally, when it was safe, I was able to meet up with other poets to walk and talk craft. Their encouragement and insight encouraged me to keep writing.
- Richland County Public Library: My library’s selection of books and resources is phenomenal. Access to materials such as audio books, music, and hardcover best sellers provided the escape and relief I needed to return to the real world refreshed.
When the whole world turned sad,
I had to intervene. So,
I drove to the pharmacy, made my way
to the cosmetic aisle.
Bought a tube of lipstick so bright
they named the shade I AM HAPPY.
Walking sticks propped in the corner
are smooth, comfortable in my hand.
It was grandpa who scraped away
bark, turned a broken branch
into a gift, strength to lean on,
a lever to move us along.
He believed if he practiced
medicine long enough,
he would be the exception,
could keep his mother alive.
Forever, his white coat could ward off
code blue, the red glow of a flat line.