Family Friday: Sisters, Sisters

"Sisters, Sisters There were never such devoted sisters" In high school, I'd wake before the sun to a quiet, sleeping home. I'd take my shower and eat a bowl of cereal on the staircase where I could watch the golden rays of sunrise stream through the front door. Then I would wake my sister, sleeping…

Neighbors

Time for another piece from my writing folder--or in this case, notebook/memory.  I wrote this short poem sometime between 2006 and 2008 after my neighbor replaced their grass with pink yard gravel. It has stuck in my brain all these years because it speaks to my philosophical take that humans are human. People are going…

Stomp Dog

The Casper Humanities Festival kicked off Tuesday evening with a book club discussion of "The Yellow Wallpaper" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. The story has been a favorite of mine since I first read it in college. I have long admired Gilman's ability to enact social change with such a creative and captivating story. Who knew…

Just Passing Through

With plenty of snow and wind, the highways into Saratoga all closed yesterday. No morning hot springs soak for me today, just a rescheduled "Galentine's Weekend" for this spring. As much as I was looking forward to restoring my body with a good mineral hot spring and my spirit with good friends, I was also…

For the Trees

In the spirit of the recent holiday (Tu B'Shvat), my personal writing post today honors the trees. I wrote most of these poems nestled in the Blueridge Mountains and surrounded by the trees of Virginia. These poems were not written for any of those trees in particular. No, each poem was written for a different…

“Our Buffalo”

Buffalo, Wyoming has the unique claim as the birthplace of the Wyoming State Flag and its designer, Verna Keays Keyes. The Bighorn Mountains stand in the backdrop of this photo, Verna's hometown of Buffalo nestled in its foothills. Verna grew up exploring, riding, and hiking near Clear Creek and the Bighorns. She fostered a love…