A Resistance poem – how I survived a personal medical crisis, then joined a movement to save us from a national crisis.
With the growing crisis that has swamped our country, I put aside any creative writing projects, focusing on many levels of resistance to the current corrupt administration. I’ve marched, rallied, volunteered, protested at my MoC’s office, held emergency resistance meetings
I had wanted to get off the mountain quickly, but not that quickly. In fact, the descent was becoming alarmingly rapid. It had started out as an exciting outdoor adventure. I had parked my car on top of Wolf Creek
“Do you ever see anything unusual in your house?” Ah, that question. We had a new neighbor renting the house next to ours and I had stepped over to welcome him to the neighborhood. That was one of the first
As I settled deeper and deeper into the healing relaxation of acupuncture, the air in the tiny therapy room chilled and the walls faded away. I was suddenly outside, standing in front of a house. It was a grand house,
The War of 1812 is not as well known as the American Revolution. I call it the Re-War. England didn’t want to give up its American colonies, so thirty years after she lost them, she tried to retake them. The
The lane was narrow and dusty. The fence alongside it was eight feet tall and made of corrugated tin roofing, painted long ago but now weathered and rusting. Layers of color showed through one another, cream and aqua green and
She was already in her sixties when I was born, so I only knew my grandmother as the sweet, loving and encouraging Grandma with the houseful of books, magazines and newspapers and my favorite candy always in the candy dish.
On this 4th of July, I’m honoring the service of our Revolutionary War ancestors, including my great-great-great-great-grandfather Malachi Francis. He was born April 21, 1764, in Halifax Co., VA, and enlisted as a private on April 1, 1777, just before