by Winona Howe | Apr 25, 2022 | Blog
My grandmother’s favorite brother was my Great-uncle Tom. They were very close in age and, living on the isolated range in Nevada, had probably made the siblings emotionally closer, as well. They saw friends and relatives from other ranches occasionally, but usually...
by Winona Howe | Apr 25, 2022 | Blog
I see your tears I feel your fears I weep Missile strikes obscure the sun Fires burn when day is done People fight their land to save Not to be another’s slave Men are soldiers, women too Needed weapons all too few Bodies look like ragged clothes Broken, bloodied by...
by Winona Howe | Mar 30, 2022 | Blog
My favorite classes in high school were always English classes. Reading assignments meant I could earnestly say (when my mother reminded me that I hadn’t practiced the piano yet), “I can’t do it right now. I’ve got to do my English assignment. We’re having a quiz on...
by Winona Howe | Mar 30, 2022 | Blog
In a way, I was “writing” stories when I was a kid. The only thing was, those stories were not being written down. I merely imagined them, and when I finished thinking about what would happen (the “plot points” as it were) and how the story should end, that was it....
by Winona Howe | Mar 30, 2022 | Blog
Like nearly everyone I know, I am riveted to the TV screen as one reporter after another updates us all on the latest news from Ukraine. Like nearly everyone I know, I am filled with horror as I watch the footage: people flee; they camp out in underground train...
