Mona Anderson is, among other things, a retired clinical mental health therapist who lives in the New Hampshire countryside with her husband and two cats. She is eager for winter so that she has more time to write. With encouragement from fellow poets, she has submitted and had a few poems accepted into various journals and wonders if one day they will want to be a book.
In autumn turkeys grace the field in front of our house almost daily. Lately, these visitors, often up to twenty-five, have come closer to the house, maybe to forage fallen apples from the tree in the front yard. Or maybe … Continue reading →