Literary Halloween – Part I: 5 Costumes with Character

By Jessica Monk Halloween, I confess: I’ve failed you. My costumes have been offbeat, inappropriate, and dangerously conceptual. Being a […]

Weaving Tales: The Tools of Text

By Janice Horton On a back road in an out of the way township in northeast Pennsylvania, a seasonal museum […]

Emily Dickinson’s Homestead

As a junior in high school, studying American Literature for the first time, I claimed Emily Dickinson as my poet. I felt as though I alone were given the gift to decode her poems. The rest of my class wanted to read more accessible poetry; they hated Dickinson’s verse and were indifferent to her life story. Her use of elusive imagery and fourth-definition choices for words frustrated them but only increased my desire to study the poems more closely. I wanted to understand enough about Emily Dickinson so that I could emulate her.