Here’s a story. You can decide for yourself if it’s a sad or happy one. It was a spring day in 1840 in a town in rural Massachusetts named Belchertown. For children you might expect that would be a fine day for play, but that’s not what this story is about, though it is about … Continue reading Angeline Palmer
I was talking to Glen at the café I rode to for breakfast this morning. “It’s President’s Day. Did you get him anything?” Glen has a pretty quick mind, but he thought for a moment and countered “Well, it’s one of those vestigial holidays. We’ve got a tailbone, but how many million years since we’ve … Continue reading Some Presidents Day Stories
It’s been quite the April here as we ramped up activity to celebrate U. S. National Poetry Month. A lot of effort and time on my part, but since this project is based on the joy one finds in looking and listening to something and seeing what the encounter brings out, it’s been fun for … Continue reading Wrapping Up National Poetry Month 2019
What did Emily Dickinson think about the American Civil War, that great national trauma that occurred during her most productive time as a poet? And what did she think about the great national sin that was the cause of that war, slavery? Emily Dickinson often writes puzzling poems, compressed like a set of speaker’s reminder … Continue reading The Lamp burns sure
Frank Hudson 