“Oliver told NPR that simplicity was important to her. “Poetry, to be understood, must be clear,” she said. “It mustn’t be fancy. I have the feeling that a lot of...... Read More
Welcome to my neighborhood. Let me introduce you To my neighbors. Some you probably know From my Morning Farm Reports. First there are my dearest neighbors Sue and Charlie Who...... Read More
I came to Women Writing for a Change for the first time 5 years ago. The Solstice Sampler. A night just like this, cold and dark, and this room alive...... Read More
Tis the weekend before Xmas and all through the house Ginger barks at the door, Turtle chases a mouse Chuck hides in the loft afraid to come forth cause he’s...... Read More
One Sunday, in order to avoid sitting down to write, I spent a couple of hours going through an old, beat-up file box. The items were not organized but were...... Read More
A daughter texts: “I can’t wait to come home.” Her mother replies: “Ah, that’s what I always felt about going home, until I got there….” Response: “Hahaha.” We come home...... Read More
The abiding mystery to me is how she wrote so microscopically. How two and a half years, from 1927 – early 1929 can be recorded in daily paragraphs of this,...... Read More
• Every morning, I leave my home and drive to work. My car rises a small hill, out of our little holler (as we have come to call the place...... Read More
The School Across the Street has had that sign for many years. You know, the one that assures the children that this is A Place where they can be Safe...... Read More