A wooden plaque containing the final two lines of Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” used to hang in my classroom. Now, it adorns a shelf in my writing sanctuary at home. It is one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets. However, “The Road” is one of those poems that readers …
To give a thing a name, a label, a handle; to rescue it from anonymity, to pluck it out of the Place of Namelessness, in short to identify it—well, that’s a way of bringing the said thing into being. — Iff to Haroun in Salman Rushdie’s Haroun and the Sea of Stories This is the …
My Name was Supposed to be Elizabeth Ann 