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My Life in Books

My Life in Books

Laura Ingalls Wilder was the first writer I ever befriended. At night, our beautiful, young mothers tucked us both into bed, side by side with our older sisters. As I listened to my mother read Little House in the Big Woods, Laura would listen to her pa on his fiddle....

Song of Myself

I used to read poetry curled up in a comfy chair, sipping tea, just Walt Whitman and me. Now I read it in the dining room on my laptop, while Ken fixes dinner and the boys watch football and sound barbaric yawps and Geneva clomps around in my shoes and drops her bread...