Never Grow a Wishbone

For My Daughter By Sarah McMane “Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.” – Clementine Paddleford “Never play the princess when you canbe the queen:rule the kingdom, swing a scepter,wear a crown of gold.Don’t dance in glass slippers,crystal carving up your toes —be a barefoot Amazon instead,for those shoes will surely shatterContinue reading “Never Grow a Wishbone”

Suppose We Say

“Suppose we say that wilderness invokes nostalgia, a justified not merely sentimental nostalgia for the lost America our forefathers knew. The word suggests the past and the unknown, the womb of the earth from which we all emerged. it means something lost and something still present, something remote and at the same time intimate, somethingContinue reading “Suppose We Say”