I’m sitting on pins and needles, waiting to hear what people have to say about my first poetry collection Whistler…
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This past summer, in Taos, New Mexico, I spent six weeks nestled inside adobe walls. The walls of the home were thick red mud, caked by man and baked by sun. The garden and patio also wore a tall, plush robe of the same red clay.
Recently, my granddaughter Sophie Eagle and I visited Minneapolis expressly to explore, not the giant Mall of the Americas, but…
All marketing wizards in the queendom of Authorland want me to spell out my mission. I suppose in common vernacular…
My birth was rocky back in 1949. For me, life began with a weak pulse. Premature almost a full month,…
It is a really hectic time for me—packing up to move from Texas to Oregon. This time for good. Just…