Reading Thornton Wilder’s play Our Town in high school was a rite of passage: two families’ travels of a lifetime—the spectrum of human existence—in one day. It’s a rich read when I reflect on artist Edwina Goodman and this question posed by one of Wilder’s characters: “Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it—every, every minute?” Yes, some do, and we are better for it.
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Too many cooks in the kitchen? Holiday crunch makes room for love
Do too many cooks spoil the sauce? Not in my family. Competitive chefs added their own flavors to oyster stew, breakfast casserole, cornbread dressing, and giblet gravy.
35 years later, still grateful for this heirloom memory
Holidays are not easy when family dynamics change or there’s an empty place at the table. After preparing and serving the feast for the first time without her mother, Mom processed her grief by penning this reminiscence of the traditions they shared.
Random Storyteller blog is now part of this site—thanks and welcome!
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How I found poetry through my parents’ connection to nature
My parents handed me the beauty of poetry at an early age—from ballads to literary classics—and opened my senses to nature with sojourns to the country and botanical gardens. Writing memories into reflections, and later into poetry, allowed me to embrace the therapeutic value of creative expression.