Wherever we’re going
is Monday morning
Wherever we’re coming from
is Mother’s lap.
Maxine Kumin, Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, has died at 88. I loved her work, especially this poem. You can hear her read it below, or at the Poetry Foundation.
“He imitates the world he drove away…”
Nonfiction for Teens
Jane’s addendum to my Henry Hikes post
Cybils Winners Announced!