by Carolyn M. Crane | Sep 26, 2011 | Essays |
an essay from the archives…. It’s 1975, a hot spring day in my seventh grade classroom. Freddy is circulating down the rows of desks in the moments after recess, before class convenes. His name isn’t spelled with a “P-H”, but it should be. That Friday night...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Sep 12, 2011 | poetry
Football season always reminds me of this poem I wrote more than twenty years ago now. Many years younger than my jock brothers, I grew up watching the younger play football, basketball, and baseball. I spent hours upon hours commuting to games with my dad, his...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Sep 9, 2011 | Education, Essays, Polemics, Politics, Uncategorized |
“In every culture in decline, the watchful ones among the slaves know that all that is genuine will be scorned or conned or cast away.” Joni Mitchell Recently, this blurb has been circulating Facebook: “As a child I saw Tarzan almost naked, Cinderella arrived...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Sep 3, 2011 | poetry
This poem is sooooo old….I had to key it in to the computer. A broadside hangs in my mom’s bedroom in Abbey Country. I wrote this poem about my step-daughter when she was just five years old. She marries this weekend. I publish this as part of her wedding...
