My piece “Midwest Wimmin’s Festival 1987” in Litro Magazine begins, “The outdoor thermometer reads impossible numbers, the red hand too far to the right. Women walk in slow motion, their voices low and languid…”
When given the prompt “rain” in a writing workshop, I immediately thought of this day, this moment, this slice of time, gathering with other women, the warmth and delight of it all.
Sage Tyrtle 