i know. everyone tries it. but i turned 50 last week, if you didn’t notice, and i need all the time i have. i need all the words i have. suddenly there is less room for “likes” and “comments.” i guess it’s time to write something longer than a FB post or a 140 character tweet. (although i […]
The poems in Like Summer Grass offer their tender recollections of a family from a mother who stands by, learning to let go of the children in the ordinariness of time—the house a bit untidy, cheerios on the breakfast table, daddy and husband on hand, hearts full—leaving us “with a memory/ of longer days/ and childhood rising.”
—Carol Frost, author of Honeycomb
Stacy Barton weighs the newly won freedom of the empty nest against the profound guilt of letting go, “I stand aside, a necessary spectator/ to the miracle of your unveiling.” Not an enviable task for a mother of four and yet the results are equal parts awe and heartbreak.
—Richard Peabody, editor, Gargoyle