Not Home for the Holidays
It still just feels like Christmas is where Mom is. There’s no way around it.
Rebecca Tirrell Talbot lives in Chicago and teaches writing courses at North Park University, Concordia University Chicago, and online for The King's College. She also works for VanDuzer Design & Marketing, contributing writing for an orchard, a farm market, and a small-scale cattle farm.
It still just feels like Christmas is where Mom is. There’s no way around it.
Having forfeited pleasures of nature for worlds of fiction and creative nonfiction, I am here to recommend three books that are perfect to pack if you’re planning a mountain- or lake-side vacation this autumn.
Is this just another way that consumerism has seeped into me, making me think that the way my accessories sculpt my surroundings offers the best means of knowing my true self?
Each line of a poem is a mystery, a puzzle for the mind to solve. Good poems are mysteries so absorbing that only by carrying them around with me does the mystery begin to make sense.
How the GoggleWorks arts center inspires pride and hope in the city of Reading, Pennsylvania.
Girlhood, growing up, and the young heroine of True Grit.
Thanksgiving seems to be for the firmly grounded, so how does someone keep this feast if her way of life feels temporary?
Gerard Manley Hopkins’s poetic aesthetics suggest a singular place to be both creature and creator.