Poem- On Having a Husband That Cooks

On Having a Husband That Cooks I watched my grandmother cook For years. It was her nightly burden for Being born a woman. Having a husband was expected. Having children was expected. There was no choice. There was no alternative. Night after night, she met ingratitude, Sometimes hostility. “The corn is overcooked.” “The roast is…

My Writing Life, April 5, 2015

Wow. I totally blew this off yesterday. Didn’t even think about it once. I had kind of a rough day, between the pollen getting into my system and inflaming everything that’s already inflamed (my joints always get swollen and painful when the yellow stuff is falling), and some emotional stuff over on Facebook. Basically, it…