The Other Grandma by Ann Haynes I heard about her, all my life. Just a devil, bane of my father's existence, judgement personified. (He'd married a Jew. So I am a Jew.) Not the Nice One. The Other Grandmother. Nana.... Continue Reading →
It Must Be Like This to Be Homeless by Ann Haynes I don't want to be nice anymore: pleasant. professional. kind. polite. smiling. considerate. seemly. I want to hunker down in the depths of my self and surprise everyone. here's... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 