We all need comfort, especially now with the pandemic raging across the nation. I was reminded of my all-time comfort sources: an open log fire, a line of poetry, and a beautiful overblown pink rose.
Little Brother
For the past four years, I’ve been chipping away at this complicated and difficult subject…
A President Who Knows Poetry
Poetry is essential in my view, the only art form complex enough to deal with the contradictions of human nature.
A Seat at the Table
Regardless of who wins this election, we as a people need to think about the results of the disruption of the past year.
The Meaning of Art
A group of our local artists on their own initiative, without official permission or sponsorship, built an altar in the Railyard Park.
Why Do Women Have to Be Nice?
O’Keeffe’s assertion of ownership of a mountain is outrageous and refreshingly so, in itself affirming that she was not a “nice woman.”
At Last
Radical change is never achieved slowly and quietly. This is a conservative country, by and large, and we have to be shaken out of our complacency for anything notable to happen.
A Dream Deferred
I was unable to move through my bitter disappointment that my original dream, dependent on a man, had collapsed.
My Bear
She’s not my bear, she’s certainly not my friend, but I am very happy to share my porch with her.
Nevertheless She Persisted: 30 Years of Women Writing Women’s Lives
The conference reminded me that we women offer each other extraordinary support and encouragement in all walks of life, essential to our achievement and even to our survival.