walking the ruins of my yesterdays I’m chasing down a road to nowhere all out of love there is this poverty inside of me a stranger in the light of morning all out of life there is this empty place beside me and roads and rivers winding in a circle all out of luck all out of ev...
In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content: html_title After the Yelling Stopped, and: My Grandmother Could Wring a Chicken's Neck, and: Somewhere East of Troost, and: Yard Work, and: Borrowed Brilliance, and: The Lynch Family Blues /html_title Glenn North (bio)...
“miscarriages,” not sure she would ever carry to term. But she did. Then she delighted again in my brother Joe when he came along 18 months later, then Tim, then Tami and finally Danny. She had 5 babies in slightly more than 7 years. And it has been her heart’s joy to love ...