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Mary Oliver: You were one of us

“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 poets writing now, they sort of tap dance through it.... Read More

Neighbors, Repeated

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 were my mentors in all things rural And rescued me... Read More

Something New

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 with candlelight, and the voices of women, and the invisible... Read More

CHRISTMAS EVE 2000

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 on my shit list cause he shat on the floor... Read More

Trash or Treasure?

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 just stacked on one another in this box that was... Read More

Waldorf Salad

          Waldorf Salad   It’s just a simple cake. Any fool can make it except your aunt, I gave her the recipe but she never got it right. From My Mother Gives me her recipe, by... Read More

2018 Thanksgiving

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 to the people who raised us, loved us, fed us,... Read More

Magnified

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, of that in a tiny leather-bound diary. How any of... Read More

Random Thoughts in November

• 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 where our home in the woods rests), and I take... Read More

Safe Place

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 from storms at home and Safe from storms of nature.... Read More