On the Way Home
A Rose in December
All this talk about Rose has again made me reflect on her life. Since I am, indeed, in the researching-and-writing stage of working on a biography of Rose, it’s not hard for me to settle in to thinking about her. As a woman, Rose seemed tense, conflicted, inwardly struggling with depression and outwardly maintaining the
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The World According to Rose Wilder Lane
Dear Rose,
I like you. In many ways, I think you’re fabulous. You’re so much fun to be around—a tremendous storyteller, always good for a joke (and not always a clean one!). I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone with such a delightful combination of worldliness and down-home simplicity. And I’m so impressed with everything you’ve
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There's Gotta Be More …
I don’t remember how old I was, but I remember the heat of sun, blazing down on my young skin, soaking into me, as I frantically licked a freezer pop to keep it from melting in an icky, sticky mess on my hands and arms. I’d almost reached the bottom when the yell came up
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