They are not going to take it sitting down. Well, some of them are. Though they’re being robbed of their girlish looks, ability to bend without creaking, and stylish footwear, you can’t take away their spirit. Rhyme or shine, they’re eight Old Broads on a mission to bare their souls by writing from their pacemakers. Some of them are dusting off feelings that haven’t been touched for decades, while others are shooting straight from their bionic hips.
They also touch on serious subjects we all can relate to on some level, but just when you think nothing could be sadder, they promise to lift you up again. What makes Old Broads extra special is all proceeds will go directly to CARE International.
As you turn the pages, even the poems without surprise endings will surprise you, because odds are, you won’t remember reading them, and most of the broads won’t remember writing them.
My favorite old broad was my Nana Crowther. She wore sturdy shoes, always had on an apron, loved listening to Phillies baseball on the radio, and handed me fifty cents for good report cards. A faithful letter writer, she kept my mailbox from echoing when I was off to college, or moved to Texas. After she passed, I learned she was a bit of a suffragette back in the day to get women the right to vote. Julia Crowther was salt of the earth from Indiana and Pennsylvania.
Thanks for joining me in this book launch for Old Broads Waxing Poetic compiled by Julie Kemp Pick and Susan Flett Swiderski. Including poets - Connie Biltz, Julie Kemp Pick, Susan Flett Swiderski, Fran Fischer, Robyn Engel, Delores Lowndes, Liza Carens Salerno, and me.