Last night was the reading and book signing to launch my new collection of poems, Against My Dreams, written in the voice of my grandmother, a Norwegian immigrant. Sharing my poems and the stories that surround them was a profound experience. So many people came out to support me--a full house. After the reading, people shared stories and memories of their own ancestors, some by speaking to the whole group, others by speaking informally to each other or to me, still others by sending an email my way today. The air is still alive with the spirits of all our ancestors, with the family secrets that can direct our lives unseen, with the healing that comes from recognizing who we are and all that made us.
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January 2014
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