
Recently I was going through a folder I’ve held onto over the years, which has some of the poems I wrote the old-fashioned way, with a piece of paper and a pencil or pen, along with some similar keepsakes. Among the other pieces in the collection, my mother is a major contributor. She has always had a great way of giving things that feel special enough to make me want to keep them forever.
Flipping through that folder, looking for something to share with Mom when we visited in January to celebrate her retirement, Read more
Urban Lee Ridings and “Who Lives Alone?”
Posted on 03.10.10



