If joy can be distilled into moments, one of them for me was reading last spring the words of Wild Feminine at Portland’s Powell’s Books with two of my sons in the front row of a full and receptive audience. Powell’s is one of their favorite places and I was reading Daughters & Sons, one of their favorite stories in the book, so it scored some serious points for me in their eyes. Points are handy in a house with three young boys. I swear they listened to me for at least two weeks. I write about this reading and the collective voice that inspired Wild Feminine as a guest blogger for Powell’s.