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Etty reiterates throughout her diary the utter necessity of turning inward. She calls the inner world the “current of life” beneath the surface. This practice no doubt helped give her strength for the days ahead.
One night, I snuggled under heavy quilts in a bunkhouse at the Home on the Range, and the next, I laid on a hard black futon in a bleak city apartment. I was now fifteen. It was my grandparent’s idea. They disliked the Ranch and its… Continue Reading “The Apartment”
I once lived on a ranch at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Cowgirl Erin, teen addition. A beautiful, rural homestead in Laporte, Colorado, a town settled in 1828 on the Northern Front Range and on the banks of the Cache La Poudre River.… Continue Reading “Home on the Range: Laporte, Colorado”
Writing is Vulnerable, Savage, Gritty, and Dangerous. That is why I do it. I recently started publishing poems that I began writing at age 10. I have toted around journals for over three decades in which I neatly copied the poems that I had… Continue Reading “Vulnerable, Savage, Gritty & Dangerous. That’s why.”