This volume of poetry shares many scenes and thoughts the author has held dear for years: The hills and trails of the Methow Valley and the shores of the Columbia River which have shaped her life for decades; the family members and loved ones whose own paths have paralleled and intertwined with her own; and the commentary in her head which has crept unbidden onto the page at irregular intervals. An essay, a blog, a short story, or a journalistic piece about daily life are often not quite the right medium to express such thoughts. Poetry, for Susan Lagsdin, is frequently the better outlet.
This volume of poetry shares many scenes and thoughts the author has held dear for years: The hills and trails of the Methow Valley and the shores of the Columbia River which have shaped her life for decades; the family members and loved ones whose own paths have paralleled and intertwined with her own; and the commentary in her head which has crept unbidden onto the page at irregular intervals. An essay, a blog, a short story, or a journalistic piece about daily life are often not quite the right medium to express such thoughts. Poetry, for Susan Lagsdin, is frequently the better outlet.
