One hundred and fifty-five years ago today, in London, at 26 Haymarket, the publisher Thomas McLean released a curious little book. It was entitled, The Book…
As soon as our daughter was big enough, which to us meant the summer she was 8, we sent her to Camp Crystal Lake. It’s…
At one time, Ogden Nash “was America’s most popular and most frequently-quoted contemporary poet.” His loyal followers were legion, and his light verse was widely…
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Today, Lola Haskins reads us her poem “Naps.”
Here’s the next installment in Lola Haskins’ cycle of poems about parenting and grandparenting.
Today, poet Lola Haskins continues her series of works with a poem about those connections that children begin making at a very early age if we adults listen carefully.
In our continuing series of new poems by Lola Haskins about her grandchildren, her children, parenting, and grandparenting, we have these reflections during these times of presents on what one mother hopes to leave to her children – her gift to them.
Today, we are continuing the cycle of poems that Lola Haskins has written about her grandchildren, her own children, and about grandparenting and parenting.
The poet Lola Haskins joins us again to continue her cycle of poems about her children and grandchildren.