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By Linda McCullough Moore It will be five years Friday, Sarah said, since my sister died. Yes, I think, five years, and thirty years since my father died, and a million different days since we were daughters, sisters. But shall we count that way? Will eternity be Measured? Does not memory say it won’t be marked by years, and does not love refuse accounting? Linda McCullough Moore is the author of two story collections, a novel, an essay collection and more than 350 shorter published works. She is the winner of the Pushcart Prize, as well as winner and finalist for numerous national awards. Her first story collection was endorsed by Alice Munro, and equally as joyous, she frequently hears from readers who write to say her work makes a difference in their lives. For many years, she has mentored award-winning writers of fiction, poetry and memoir. She is currently completing a novel, Time Out of Mind, and a collection of her poetry. www.lindamcculloughmoore.com
Linda's other work on Foreshadow: Untitled (Poetry, October 2022) A Little Thing I Wrote (Poetry, October 2022) Wait It Out (Poetry, October 2022)
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