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Monthly Archives: February 2017
Micro-Memoir Freewrite. Poem 2. 2.5.2017
When I was in first grade, my parents moved us all to Appalachia. Like a gold rush town, this was a boom-time, both in promise and in progress. The boom was banking. The college-educated in that valley tended to be Read More
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Micro Memoir Freewrite. Poem 1. 2.4.2017
I’m having trouble with the notion that I am not “walking in another’s shoes” because I’m a college-educated New Yorker. An out-of-touch, East Coast liberal who can’t understand the pain of rural America today. I read this commentary about my Read More