In the early 1980s, I was a restless transfer student at Cal State Northridge, an undeclared major and uncertain in most things. On a whim, I attended a poetry reading in a packed CSUN office. Eloise Klein Healy read from her book, "A Packet Beating Like a Heart," and I was set free. The ache of my young life did not disappear, but I credit Healy with my decision to pursue a bachelor's degree in English.
The craft of poetry is to this day my balm in a still uncertain world.
Thank you, Ms. Healy. You are truly L.A.'s own, and I embrace you as our poet laureate.