by Anne Whitehouse “It lights up at night …so the pool must be visible to Mars.” -Elizabeth Bishop Some said Pauline did it to spite Hem, others said she did it to lure him back by making him an oasis, a beautiful deep swimming pool on a barrier island next to the sea, itsRead more about Pauline Pfeiffer’s Folly[...]
by Anne Whitehouse Fleet of foot, arms pumping, we run towards the first light, our cries in the dawn a prayer opening our internal passages, all of creation before us— the slivered, sinking moon, canyon, cedar, and sage scenting the desert air, watched over by eagle and bear, bobcat and mountain lion. OurRead more about Navajo Race in the Canyon de Chelly[...]
by Anne Whitehouse I work with troubled youth because I was hurt as a child. To the kids in the juvenile detention center, I say how nice they’re looking. I want them to know, You are somebody. There are steps between believing and achieving, but if you conceive it in your mind and fixRead more about Life Lessons from a Survivor[...]
by Anne Whitehouse I stand at the trajectory of loss, sunset glare in my eyes. As evening deepens, fireflies rise from the lawn to the treetops, floating higher and higher as if they were stars.