Monthly Archives: September 2013

i am from

I am from the canyon, old river slithering fast. From high desert browns and sagebrush greens. from tumbleweed and roots, from winters white and bleak. I am from pages turned at midnight, imagination beating quicker than my heart. From library shelves and basement schoolroom, from the ceaseless “why?” and “what if?” I am from that […]

her creative heart

“We’ll have to watch the weather and reschedule.” My mom hung up the phone. It was a cold February. “Mooooooom,” I whined. “We’re neeeever gonna have my party.” My actual birthday had been the month before, but that Southern Idaho winter, the roads were particularly snowy, so a couple of the girls invited had to […]

The petticoat gospel

“Nostalgia is denial — denial of the painful present. The name for this denial is golden age thinking: the erroneous notion that a different time period is better than the one one is living in.” Paul, “Midnight in Paris” Seventeen-ninety-seven was not a particularly holy year. People were born and died. John Adams became U.S. […]