On hope (via Emily Dickinson)

I have always loved these stanzas by Emily Dickinson:

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops-at all

I’ve repeated these words multiple times — to myself. They speak to me. They make sense. They somehow “explain” the unexplainable nature…

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Ronna Detrick

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I work and write on behalf of women and their re-visioned stories — past, present, and future. Stories told and lived on our own terms. As it should be!

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