A Place Called Home I’m from A logging
truck hauling along the rutted road sun
peaking over the eastern mountain. I’m from baby
starlings squawking for …
I love Mark Halperin's poem about tulips. Tulips May our failed hopes rise like
tulips Out of the cold ground, And, when we look around, There our sat…
After traveling along the Snake River today I was inspired by this poem.
Snake River By Jeanne Huff
Just one look Take one look - There are wonders her…
A few years ago I was at a workshop with a writer. This poem was the result of an exercise she did. I am truly the woman who loves gardening. Woman Wh…
I love Ted Kooser. Memory by Ted Kooser
Spinning up dust and cornshucks
as it crossed the chalky, exhausted fields,
it sucked up into its heart
hot wor…
The Art of Disappearing When they say Don't I know you? say no. When they invite you to the party remember what parties are like before answering. Some…
My name is Christy and home is where my heart is. I love drinking coffee, sitting by a warm fire, reading books, writing, baking, gardening, and collecting school supplies in my little house with my dog Riley.