Farewell to the Tiny Cabin
In Borges’s short story “The Garden of Forking Paths,” one of his characters plays with the idea of multiple parallel universes that exist when any decision we make bifurcates into a new path. In my current reality (the one in which I am writing this blog post), I teach at a university and have a…
From Arkansas to Italy
Wading through Lethe is an unexpected mix of rural Arkansas and then, suddenly, ancient Rome. Why? I grew up dreaming of other places. My first poem at age six was about taking a trip in a boat and admiring the night sky. The poem speaks to a wanderlust that for years I had to satisfy…
Inspiration, Poetry, and Grandmas
I dedicated Wading through Lethe to my grandmothers, possibly the two most influential people on my life. My grandma Katherine Black was a schoolteacher who wrote poetry and lived in a log cabin in the woods. My grandmother Jackie Guerin was a watercolorist who lived on a lake and whose favorite city was Venice. Both…
“I need a band-aid!”: 2021 in Retrospect
Ariel has always been fascinated by band-aids. She believes they have magical healing powers. At two and a half, she tattooed all her favorite toy cars and stuffed animals with them—a small Daisy Duck once boasted fourteen. If you’re around and get a scrape, you’ll be able to choose from Wonder Woman, Charlie Brown, and…
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