While growing up in the 60s in Columbus, Ohio, I didn’t talk to strangers about my dad, Glade Reeder, who was a policeman because they were being called “pigs” in my world, and I didn’t want to be known as the “pig’s daughter.” In my house, Dad would not even allow the word “cop.” He […]

On Mother’s Day, I‘d like to tell a story about my dad, Glade Reeder, or rather a story he told me while growing up. Dad loved to tell people we were related to Anna Jarvis, the woman credited for establishing Mothers Day in the United States. He didn’t know exactly how, but that was the family […]

Years have past and still you are gone, Yet in my heart,  you linger on. My mind plays tricks: your phone is dead, Mail got lost, your car repossessed. You took a trip, forgot to call. You got amnesia from a fall. That’s not your name engraved on stone. There must be more to you […]

(Being in Mexico, all things Spanish bubbled back into my brain. The following is a paper I wrote for my MFA from the University of New Orleans’ “Spanish Literature and Culture Class” taught by Peter Thompson in Madrid July, 2007, oh, and yes, I lived right around the corner from the Plaza de Cibeles.) In 1974, […]