The Ladies of Goodwill are always present and ready; in aprons and tasseled hair buns, standing in backrooms rich with the pop sounds of FM radio, sifting through the hopes and dreams of the cluttered people who are trying to make their ways lead back to better days. One 20 minute parking spot was all that was needed to come marching into this portal of the amazing graces and their gentle, no nonsense smiles. The Ladies of Goodwill took their open arms and welcomed in the memories and the ignored snapshots and sometimes the not very well thought out impulse shouts that someone hurled across the fields of our dreams without once consulting their better halves first. Slowly and meticulously combing through it all, these ladies of forward motion, these Goddesses of the ultimate sieve, they funnel in the fodder of human pacification and leave in the wake and up to our knees, the baptism of freedom and the gentle kiss of goodwill.
Workshops, Open Mics, Readings at the Sims Library (or virtually)
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