I remember waking early and looking out the far windows of my little room, and because my eyes were not any good I surmised–guessed at the waving of the curtains. This was easy to do as they rippled like flags and I could hear the swaying of the pine trees. To this day I love that room. I believe I wake some mornings expecting to be there.
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
