Two days in And they give her A nickname Two syllables instead Of three— Her given name too full Of beauty, of vowel, of nuance. High school begins. Fresh start. The time we throw on new identities The time we suppress the old. I’m not allowed hugs What makes me think I can have names? … More Nicked Named (a poem)
Greetings from the Sacramento Airport 5:35 am. That’s mountain life. If you need to go somewhere, you have to leave the night before to get there. So I’m at the Sacramento Airport waiting on a flight for Minneapolis to go to Green Bay to visit my dad and his lovely wife and…pick up my tween … More Just. One. Book. Thoughts from the Airport
Just. One. Book. I live in a town of 1200 people in the Northern Sierra Nevada –where it meets the Cascade Range near Mt. Lassen National Park and about two hours drive northwest of Reno, NV. Two hundred of that population is students. Over the years as the population dwindled after mills closed, then –nothing except tourism … More Just. One. Book.