What Women Know

Every evening, a nurse’s aide helps the old man eat. She knows that he cries because they’ve put him in Continue reading →

For the Mothers Who Never Bore Children

She shines for the world—full woman, full strength—whether or not egg and sperm ever joined in her womb. In scrubs, Continue reading →

Inner Rooms

[published in the Winter 2017 edition of “Tiferet Journal”] It’s 2 am on a cool November night in 1970. I’m on Continue reading →

No Easy Wind or Downy Flake: Mongolia

  I’ve run away again. I’m an old woman standing in a high valley in Mongolia’s Altai Mountains. The mountain Continue reading →

Marie Endres

When I play my viola, I go back fifty-one years to Miss Endres’ studio on Regent Street in Madison, Wisconsin. Continue reading →