Yesterday I went to a poetry salon at a lovely art and book-filled home in Georgetown to benefit the Folger’s poetry programs where Carolyn Forche (who is reading at the Folger tonight) read poems to a small audience and everyone leaned in in in to hear her read from the sheafs of paper she’d brought and…
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I’ve been having a killer week in books. I’m reading Bad Stories by Steve Almond (more on that soon), Registered of Illuminated Villages by Tarfia Faizullah, Willy Loman’s Reckless Daughter by Elizabeth Powell and twice this week I read What the Living Do by Marie Howe.I’ve also gone ahead and ordered a new bookshelf for my bedroom. On Sunday I…
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I came across this interview of Mary Oliver done by my dear friend Renee Olander. I don’t agree with everything anyone says, not even the very clever and brilliant Mary Oliver, but one thing she said in this interview has been turning over and over in my head. I never had any other notion than…
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Saturday before last, a wonder-friend sent me this poem by Naomi Shihab Nye. So many times, as we navigated the crowds and listened to the children speak and watched little kids holding signs that said, “I don’t want to be next,”at the March For Our Lives, I felt overwhelmed by the magnitude and sorrow and…
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