Memories of Sharon, Wisconsin: A Poetic Journey of Heritage and Love

My Dad is 84 years old. More and more he wants to pass on his stories. And I want to hear them. To process them and to savor them, I write them into poems. Small Town Hall The townhall of Sharon is a stone’s throw away from my father’s heart. Which makes it part of … Continue reading Memories of Sharon, Wisconsin: A Poetic Journey of Heritage and Love