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A Poem for Your Inner Child

On a gorgeous fall day last week, a walk in our neighborhood park lit my imagination with a poem. Enjoy! RED KEDS Red Keds scamper the sky— “Higher, Mommy, higher!” She swings up, up, up; volleys of maple leaves swirl on the fly. Mom trundles her bundle of giggles and plaid out the park gate and… …

Mercy Street

As the impending Supreme Court decision about the future of abortion reignites polarizing ideologies, Jennifer Haigh’s Mercy Street invites readers to see the issues through a human lens. A master storyteller, Haigh handles her characters with compassion whether they are bitter misogynists, drug …

Coming Home

My husband called me to the kitchen window this morning as he made coffee. “Look, the ducks are back.” Sure enough, a mallard and his mate strolled through our backyard, no doubt looking for a place to nest. We live near a creek bed. The ducks return each year in the spring, joining sandhill …

Agatha of Little Neon

In Claire Luchette’s debut novel, Agatha comes into her own like a pot coming to a slow boil. The Catholic sisterhood seems a safe place to enjoy the camaraderie of other women, pass her days with spoiled students and recovering addicts, and quietly hide from questions she dares not ask. But the …

Beholden to Mystery

At the end of summer a few years ago, I scoped out an empty spot in my garden to plant the mystery daylily I gleaned from a wooden box at farmers market. A handwritten sign on a popsicle stick above the dug-up leftovers invited passers-by to “Take one, or not.” I took one, soil still… …

The Barbizon Hotel

When the heroine of my forthcoming novel, Candlewood, moves to New York City in 1979 to reinvent herself, she stays at the Barbizon Hotel for Women. Although she arrives there through a series of mishaps, she finds herself at the iconic address that launched many a dreamer. Paulina Bren, recent …

The Father of Lies

This January finds me contemplating the underneath of things. Creatures tunnel under the snow making unseen paths, communicating with each other in the dark, feeding each other twigs and nuts, maps and news. And then, one day they emerge. I see their tracks tight and close along fences and rock …

Doorkins Magnificat

What’s a cathedral to do when its beloved tabby climbs the Tree of Life for the last time? Give it a fine sendoff, of course. London’s Southwark Cathedral did just that for their feline friend who mewed among its pews for the last dozen years. Thousands who had come to know the stray, dubbed …

 

 

 

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