I’m still thinking about our visit yesterday with Mary Kellogg, a poet and our cherished friend. Jackie Thorne, another friend and poet came to visit Mary, and Maria and Mary have loved one another for some time. Maria is a poet of her own, her works are her poems.

You can see and touch the connection between these three gifted and remarkable women, it is hard to me to even imagine any three men I know or have ever known do this. I formed a men’s group in a Quaker Meeting in New Jersey a long time ago, and one by one, these wonderful men just got too busy or distracted and stopped showing up.

This is what happens with men, I think so many things are more important than friendship. I sat across the room with my camera and watched and listened, it was a joy to see it. Mary and I are very close also, but there is something powerful and stirring about the bond between women.

Something that connects them in a particular way. It was so good to see Mary again, she is 88 now and felt poorly for much of this year. She is on the rebound, and we loved the four poems she read to us. We are excited about publishing another of her books, hopefully in time for the October Open House.

Mary lives by herself on the top of a mountain, she says she will never leave, and I believe her.