Three little girls ran down a block, said Grandma was the best! They'd sing and play, read some and dance, then sit down for a rest. Their Dad and Mom encouraged them, they knew Grandma loved girls.
When I began to listen to poetry, it’s when I began to listen to the stones, and I began to listen to what the clouds had to say, and I began to listen to others. And I think, most importantly for all ...
Sheila Squillante visited the Hill to read from her debut nonfiction essay collection, All Things Edible, Random and Odd: Essays on Grief, Love and Food.