What’s So Different About the South Roberta Haas George No one up North or out West understands the South, and maybe being born in Bisbee, Arizona, and spending half of my 17 years of life out there, kind of makes and keeps me an outsider. It’s written that Robert Frost spent …
What They Bring: The Poetry of Migration and Immigration Edited and with an Introduction by Irene Willis and Jim Haba Published by International Psychoanalytic Books (IPBooks.net) Irene Willis, from Massachusetts, is a long-time friend and fellow writer. I’ve followed her career ever since she won Snake Nation Press’s poetry contest in …
“Forgiveness” is an odd, strange word, one seldom heard in our culture today. “Forgive and forget” is often coupled with, “Okay, I’ll forgive, but I’ll never forget.” One of the hardest things people of the Book are called to do is to forgive. We see signs all over south …
Albert Einstein said, “Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, but imagination encompasses the Universe.” Recently, Laura Hannah, who is earning her Ph. D. in poetry at Valdosta State University, asked me to give a little talk to the Phi Kappa Phi society. It was a …
My Most Wanted Marijuana Mom: Growing Up in a Smuggling Family By David Michael McNelis Every child has to grow up and make do with the world he or she is born into. So it was with David Michael McNelis. His mother and members of his family in …
November 27, 2012 Well, I’m back from Atlanta and Turkey Day is over. The lot next to me is still being ravaged by The Doctor, but at least my two little dogs, Silver and Lucy were glad to see me. I felt like a beast leaving them in the kennel, …
December 2012 My granddaughter just had her first baby in Memorial Hospital in Jacksonville, Florida. I don’t know the name of her doctor, but I’m going to find out. She went in because her water broke and even though she had no pain, the doctor said for her to come in because …
Death Brings Change Someone has to die for the hazing, for the hoax telephone call, for the lost child who was already dead, but a mogul newspaper needs its scoop. (Is that how they found out Prince Charles hid in the boot of the limo on his way to see …
Blue Weep not, as those who have no hope Do we weep for the leaf in November, crinkled and brown, or the pomegranate hull as it lies by the fence near the road? Do we sigh and remember the tomato garden gone to dry stalks and a few desiccated limp …
Miracles I’ve had so many miracles in my life that I’ve almost come to believe in miracles. I said those words out loud one afternoon, in the St. John’s church’s office, asking for a Mass to be said for a little girl, whom I didn’t know but was told about …
