Shifting Generations | A Poem
Fallen Beech, Longwood Meadow Beech Forest
When my mother died in 1999 I felt the first shock of shifting generations. She was the first in my immediate family to go. Since then Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
May 7, 2015
the mother’s hand
This sonnet captured my heart last Friday. In my comments I’m imagining what George MacDonald might have heard and seen in his mind’s eye as he wrote. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 