The Chestertown Farmers Market was a busy place on a recent Wednesday morning. Lots of folks looking for homegrown goodness. As I wandered among the vendors, it occurred to me that I was in town looking for homegrown nourishment of a different sort. I had become enamored with the poetry of Jeanne Robert Foster, a woman who grew up locally and wrote with keen insight about the lives of her neighbors. I thought it would be interesting to stand whe…
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