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Honor Thy Mother

Is it the product of a single mind or a conspiracy? I wonder as I slide into the waxed church pew. I have been force-fed a breakfast of eggs scrambled with Cool Whip (they thought…

Light and Dark Thoughts on Death

In the midst of life we are in the midst of death, so the old church fathers tell us, and so we realize every day as a baby dies in childbirth or a friend succumbs…

Searching

Beth knew as soon as Wendy answered the phone that it was a boy on the other end. Wendy’s eager young “hello” was followed by silence and then a furtive, whispered, “Just a minute.” Wendy…

The Last Day of Spring

Laurie had wanted for a long time to visit Jen. When Mama took David, the baby, to visit their favorite aunt she and Carol complained. “I know you want to see her,” Mama explained, “but…

Woman See

I did not just sit down and say, “This is going to be a dance in eight parts.” It evolved. When I was finishing the choreography, I visited Josephine Withers (no relation), an historian of…

The Dancer and I

As I watch, astonished, 

what I hunger for 
is not what I know I 
cannot do

Old Woman Driving

She lives on a street of white haired men 
with time for hosing the cracks. 

She goes to funerals amid people 
whose names she cannot remember,