Honoring the journey—then and now
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Reconstruction Diary Meditations: Knowing Our Place in the World
Monday, June 18, 1866 This morning Debbie Edwards came and Lizzie went to Knightstown with her to see Mahan the Methodist preacher about musical instruments. She wishes to get a melodeon, but he is interested in the sale of cabinet organs. Mother went to see Margaret Clifford [and] found her better. I went to Solomon…
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The Calendar Lies: A Poem
Any child knows the hazy, scorching monthsof June and July are theshortest of all, even though the summer light barely fazes the bats thatflitter from treetopto building, nigh onto eleven.Even though the size of the days is the same onthe page underneatha painting of a beach at sunset. Any bride knows thedays before her wedding…
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I Bought A Hoop Today: A Poem
A perfect $3 circle, itsends joined by a shinybrass screw, thehoney-colored hoopcalled me from the thriftstore shelf to jointhe other women who’vestuck a needle in andout, through fabricscarefully selectedand scraps savedto adorn orjoin with colorfulthreads in elegantchains and stitches orruler-straight lines.Someday, I, too, canuse this perfect hoop,a tool to help mepiece together theabandoned fabrics ofmy…
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Frederick Douglass, Mary Jane, and Me: Bringing Historic Figures to Life
A week ago, I saw Frederick Douglass: Well, not really. But I did attend a performance by Darius Wallace, an actor of notable skill. In character as Douglass, Wallace delivered a one-man show at the Historic Fall Creek Meetinghouse, east of Pendleton, Indiana. The outdoor venue perfectly framed the venue and the context: Douglass briefly…
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