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.
Poetry & Creative Nonfiction