PinnedInThe LarkbyCappelli, MFA, JD, PhD·Mar 28, 2024The Silence of SnowA poetic musingA response icon128A response icon128
PinnedInMiddle-PausebyCappelli, MFA, JD, PhD·Sep 9, 2024Mom, You Can’t Say That!Lessons from the family word policeA response icon190A response icon190
PinnedInMiddle-PausebyCappelli, MFA, JD, PhD·Jun 20, 2024Raising My Daughters in the Shadow of FeminismForgotten leftovers and unconventional lessonsA response icon159A response icon159
InBouncin’ and Behavin’ BlogsbyCappelli, MFA, JD, PhD·11h agoMy Trash Cans Started a Political FireA parking dispute and an audit of modern political definitionsA response icon7A response icon7
InBouncin’ and Behavin’ BlogsbyCappelli, MFA, JD, PhD·6d agoThe Real Reason Soccer Players Flop Around Like They’ve Been ShotNo pain. No pain? The truth is far more complicatedA response icon26A response icon26
InThe LarkbyCappelli, MFA, JD, PhD·Jul 9Shadowed AnthemsAmerica—captured in haikus and imageryA response icon22A response icon22
InThe LarkbyCappelli, MFA, JD, PhD·Jul 6Memory is PatriaUn poema in three perspectivesA response icon13A response icon13
InCrow’s Feet: Life As We AgebyCappelli, MFA, JD, PhD·Jul 3Hyrox MeRefusing to roll overA response icon26A response icon26
InWeeds & WildflowersbyCappelli, MFA, JD, PhD·Jul 2I Know Not Where the Spirit Blowsa poemA response icon14A response icon14
