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Reflections in the Silver Cup

TO DRINK FROM THE SILVER CUP

WHY I WRITE

I write to remember
        groceries I need
        tasks to do
        bills to pay
        undecipherable cryptic nothings
        things I love

I write to celebrate
        the Earth
        the red earth like no other earth
        the rocks
        the flaming sky
        twisted cottonwoods
        the bottom of the arroyo and what we did there
        rushing brown waters
        winds scattering seeds of weeds and wildflowers
        the smell of rain on Read More 
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TO DRINK FROM THE SILVER CUP

Love the mischief in Jo's eyes

FISHERWOMAN’S BOOKSTORE:
AN INTERVIEW WITH JO DORAN
ABOUT HER SPIRITUAL JOURNEY




I held this interview with my dear friend Jo Doran in July 2015. When we talked, I promised her, as I do everyone I interview, that she would be able to read and make changes if there I was anything I got wrong or that she didn’t want made public. Jo and I both thought we had more time than we did, and she passed away on March 13 from breast cancer that she’d been dealing with in some way since before we met. I didn’t have a chance to have her read this, but I asked her two daughters, who were part of her care team, if they would. They were enthusiastic about it. I share our conversation as a memorial to Jo.

I knew Jo Doran since 2004, when I quit being a middle school counselor and started an MFA program in creative writing at Western Michigan University in Kalamazoo. I was 56, and most of the students in the program were in their late twenties and early thirties at the time. I was drawn to Jo in part simply because she was only a couple of years younger than I was, and both of us were mothers. But it was also because she was so full of energy and love of life.

Part of my program involved teaching freshman composition, and Jo was a devoted, crackerjack instructor, so even with all my years of experience teaching, including at the college level, I knew I could learn a lot from her, and I chose to observe her in action. Jo was also a wonderful poet—stunning, really.

After a year Read More 
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