
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
Every evening, a nurse’s aide helps the old man eat. She knows that he cries because they’ve put him in Continue reading
She shines for the world—full woman, full strength—whether or not egg and sperm ever joined in her womb. In scrubs, Continue reading
[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
I’ve run away again. I’m an old woman standing in a high valley in Mongolia’s Altai Mountains. The mountain Continue reading
When I play my viola, I go back fifty-one years to Miss Endres’ studio on Regent Street in Madison, Wisconsin. Continue reading