September 2010
4 posts
I liked the Writer’s Almanac poem for today:
Clara: In the Post Office
by Linda Hasselstrom
I keep telling you, I’m not a feminist. I grew up an only child on a ranch, so I drove tractors, learned to ride. When the truck wouldn’t start, I went to town for parts. The man behind the counter told me I couldn’t rebuild a carburetor. I could: every carburetor on the place....
earthquake weather. sleeping with my shoes by the bed. gotta find my flashlight.
