I’ve been writing a lot of late—very little poetry or creative prose but lots of short pieces for the CKP blog and newsletter as well as my own blog. I must say, I’m loving it. I used to think that the only kind of writing that would satisfy me was that which required my imagination, but it turns out that any writing gives me a kick and sweetens my day. I’ve finally caught up with my son who told me the same thing about himself when he was in eighth grade. He’s also the same son who said the only books he liked to read were poetry books. With poetry, he said, you open the book, stay for a minute and leave with something.