Soft, melodic strains flowing across the morning celebrate the dawn with Iroquois chants. . . Shenandoah dedicated each song to the women in her clan . . . if you aren't using the talent that's been given you by the Creator, and using it in a good, meaningful way. . .
This is not
a
book of statistics or a listing of case studies, and it's the
farthest
thing from a justification of the status quo.
Dread. . . Will I measure up?. . . I wanted to emulate Jane Goodall, Gloria Steinem, Margaret Mead. . . Could we recapture that spirit with this new
birth? Only if I could recapture myself.
The lights still flash, but do we willingly pay the price?
Michelle R. Newsom
He thought I was a writer.
South Manitou Island Journal:
Weather Station Camp
Linda Rosenthal
I am learning the skill of backpacking without instruction or assistance.
My Mortal Enemy by Willa Cather
Reviewed by Anthony V. Toscano
Certain critics make much noise to describe this book as pessimistic. I think Myra simply wanted more, much more than Victoria's century allowed a passionate and articulate woman.
by Jacquelyn Brown
I have been playing the harp since 1990 and found the soothing, comforting and healing vibrations of the harp are personal therapy for me.