tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384818775633917591.post3663094322247157766..comments2023-12-04T06:44:11.381-08:00Comments on Feral Mom, Feral Writer: The Eggs of Summer: Camp, Cooking Class, Santa Fe Poetry ReadingTania Pryputniewiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12177520317393803035noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384818775633917591.post-80045805251809222872015-07-21T19:52:07.151-07:002015-07-21T19:52:07.151-07:00Thanks so much Ruth, for the love. Surfing faultli...Thanks so much Ruth, for the love. Surfing faultlines with a poet's eye...and now as a mother, with mother hindsight. Grateful as always for the lessons. Tania Pryputniewiczhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12177520317393803035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384818775633917591.post-51466550514271192922015-07-21T19:43:14.714-07:002015-07-21T19:43:14.714-07:00What a gorgeous poem! Buttery and rich! And surpri...What a gorgeous poem! Buttery and rich! And surprising us by changing, gathering speed to that knockout last line. How you captured her and the mindset still alive -- not only in that era, but with different literal details, in our own! (It's the woman's fault, always.) And cheering for your mother bear!Ruth Thompsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14505381021672865046noreply@blogger.com