Mademoiselle Moulin. Miss Windmill.   That’s what her name meant Though I’m not sure she  Taught us that or  Necessarily wanted us to know Petite But square with cropped red hair A kind of Buster Brown In peasant pants and big buttoned top Dallas not Paris was her home Wherever  She was born and grew… Read More

In a few days, I will become my grandmother.  That’s Grandmother January (Annie Naomi Andrews January), who was sixty-four years old from the time I first knew her ‘til the day she died many years later.  Read More