Welcome.

Thanks for visiting my web page!

I’m a writer, a poet, a reader, a mom, and a bunch of other exciting things. But these pages are devoted to my love of writing, especially writing for kids. And a special joy for writing and reading poetry – everybody needs poetry.

I write because putting words on paper for you — a reader — is the best thing I think I can do in the world. It’s hard and I learn more every single day.

I live in Wisconsin — maybe thirty minutes from Saint Paul, Minnesota with my two teens, my husband, and our two dogs.

I hope you’ll enjoy my writing experiments — and experiences!

— Tasslyn

Welcome.

 
Thanks for visiting my web page!

I’m a writer, a poet, a reader, a mom, and a bunch of other exciting things. But these pages are devoted to my love of writing, especially writing for kids and my adventures in poetry.

I write because putting words on paper for you — a reader — is the best thing I think I can do in the world. It’s hard and I learn more every single day.

I live in Wisconsin — maybe thirty minutes from Saint Paul, Minnesota with my two teens, my husband, and our two dogs.

I hope you’ll enjoy my writing experiments — and experiences!
 

—Tasslyn

The latest from ‘Dr. Sasslyn’s Thoughts’ (my blog):

The Start of What I Learned From When They See Us

The Start of What I Learned From When They See Us

I’m 45. Soon to be 46. When the Central Park jogger case happened, I was a junior in high school. I’m also white. And yes, that’s important to know. Here’s what I remembered: Wilding – scary thing happening with young men in Central Park. Young black men were accused....

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Upon Waking: 58 Voices from the Shadow of Abuse

Upon Waking: 58 Voices from the Shadow of Abuse

I’m excited to announce the publication of an anthology – Upon Waking: 58 Voices from the Shadow of Abuse. One of those voices, is mine. Two of my poems are included – “The Child Knows No” and “In Which I Sue for Memory and Associated Damages.” I’m honored and proud...

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Making Defining

Making Defining

I told my therapist last week, as we admired the pretty picture of Defining on my phone, writing it was a little bit like vomiting up word nails. Now, as I read it, I understand those words spell out some bad shit. Sad shit. Some trauma. But do you know what I see?...

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