Sound of a Sigh
The summer my Grandpa Wally fell, the hospital conditionally released him to a nursing home for a week of physical therapy. I remember the look on his face when they […]
The summer my Grandpa Wally fell, the hospital conditionally released him to a nursing home for a week of physical therapy. I remember the look on his face when they […]
Continuing with the spirit of National Poetry Month, I am sharing my explorations so far on Dr. Grace Raymond Hebard’s most beloved companion, Dr. Agnes Mathilde Wergeland. In 1890,
Enebo: The Hermitage and The Hermits Read More »
Shabbat HaGadol! The Great Shabbat! I hope this Shabbat lives up to its title as I hold all of those suffering from COVID-19 in prayer. It is certainly odd to
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Happy National Poetry Month! In the spirit of the month, each Thursday I will try to post a poem. I dug through my old notebooks for this one. As Wyoming
Yesterday, my sister sent me a song accompanied by exclamation points. “We Will Become Silhouettes” by the Postal Service came out in 2003 but sure enough it sounds like it
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There isn’t too much to say about this poem except to speak on transferrable moods and I believe the poem speaks to that plenty. Pendulum Kylie Louise McCormick
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