Rocks, Fox and Wendell Berry

Rocks, Fox and Wendell Berry

"The fox stops, half turns, half stays. The way a fox will, being two things at once and daring both. Mottled coat, those delicate fairy tale feet, one poised as if to point the way, a way for me to follow...." ... Read More
Here and There

Here and There

BY Ruth Ann Dandrea | Peruvian blood. We must have some. It’s the only explanation for the way things are. The way we are. I’m reading Llosa in the lounge at the nursing home where my mother lives now. They tell me she is dying. So I am here, in ... Read More
Writer. Not Author.

Writer. Not Author.

That’s me there. The girl in the brown and white saddle shoes. Clunky. Out of place even at her own desk. Worried that she doesn’t belong. Eager to please. Working her little fingers to nubbins trying to copy the cursive handwriting she is taught to do. Always wondering, watching for ... Read More