Four years ago Solace in So Many Words was launched. As expected, sales have tapered off, but I still frequently hear from people that the book has helped them. Maybe they consulted it when a loved one died or turned to it on a night when they need some consolation. This makes me feel good for it is the reason I created the book. We have mourned the death of a few of the 52 contributors and we celebrate the great work continuing to be done by the others. The web site … [Read more...]
Celebrating Mother’s Day with Lesléa Newman
Happy Mother’s Day! I hope it is a great day and that you are able to celebrate in some way. My heart goes out to all of you who are missing your mother or are missing being a mother this Sunday. I am happy to share two poems by Lesléa Newman. They are from her latest book, I Carry My Mother. If the name Lesléa Newman sounds familiar, you may have recently read about the 25th anniversary of her ground-breaking book Heather Has Two Mommies. A new edition just came … [Read more...]
T. C. Boyle and a poem
Howdy-do friends. May tomorrow! May tomorrow bring you happiness. Solace in So Many Words has many fine contributors but not many have made the best-seller list yet, that is, except for T. C. Boyle. His latest book The Harder They Come is #3 on the Los Angeles Times Bestseller List. (BTW, it makes a great Mother’s Day present.) The Los Angeles Times gives out Book Prizes during its Festival of Books and on April 18, T. Coraghessan Boyle took home the Robert Kirsch … [Read more...]
April 20
I guess I could wish you happy April 20; I don't know though. It is an inauspicious date. I saw "Real Time with Bill Maher" the other day -- he's starting a movement to make 4/20 a federal holiday to celebrate pot, and I've got to admit his spoof "Twas the Night Before 4/20" was pretty clever (especially for a bunch of stoners--haha). You can see it here. But it was his explanation of the origins of 4/20 that I noticed because it differed from what I had heard. Bill … [Read more...]
Guest Post: Bonnie J. Toomey, “Mother of You”
Mother of You I am the goddess of lasagna, says my son. I think about this as I layer the marinara and ricotta over sheets of noodle, hopeful I’m able to live up to his praise. I don’t know what makes me look up, peripheral vision, perhaps some womb-like instinct, the pull between two places in proximity - But the forms are there in the open, white-chested dancers, tawny, sloping necks, intent on food. I leave … [Read more...]
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