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Category Archives: stories
Michael Row the Boat Ashore Hallelujah
At the end of my first year in college, I fell in love with the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. We had gone to kindergarten together, then he moved away and I moved away, but we reconnected when … Continue reading →
The Horse May Talk
this was written and delivered in 2007. It still has value. So, Hodja Nasruddin told a story: A man had offended the king, and was sentenced to death. He fell to his knees before the king and implored, “Oh your … Continue reading →
What I Wrote about Cancer
29 April 2014 @ 02:19 pm Musings on what will be a long year I am looking at months ahead with many many doctor and medical visits. I hope to be celebrating Christmas 2014 free of them at last.I … Continue reading →
Vermeer: art was a language, and you could learn it
Vermeer: the Milk Maid, 2009 Once every other week or so, in eighth grade at St Frances of Rome school, a woman came to talk to us about art. She wore makeup and had a thick Spanish accent, which made … Continue reading →
For Nana, written for my grandmother’s memorial, May 2003
Written for my grandmother’s memorial, in May 2003 What makes us human is that we know we will die. What makes us human is that we know we will live forever, in our families, in our children, in the memories … Continue reading →
Memory: growing older
When I was a child in the 1950s and 60s, we lived in the upstairs half of a two-family house in the North Bronx. We had a porch, but no air conditioning, not even fans. On very hot summer nights … Continue reading →
Farewell, my linen
originally written in 2012 In the late 1980’s, I was a senior/executive editor at a professional/trade magazine. A friend and I were known by our family as “the fashion group.” I had achieved a personal goal of owning enough silk … Continue reading →
Reading, How to
After food, and sex, and occasionally, sleep, the deepest and most sustaining pleasure of my life has been reading, reading stories. For the past few years, since chemotherapy and radiation treatment for Stage 3 endometrial cancer, I have read very … Continue reading →
Hair story the last, probably
Since I was 14 years old, I had long hair, often nearly to my waist. I loved it. I was vain about it. It was lush and wavy and deep chestnut brown. I thought it was my best feature. In … Continue reading →
HAIR: A Story
This is a series of short entries about my relationship to my hair. They take place over several years, so there is some repetition. They include a bit about cancer treatment. 25 March 2009 “Gimme a head with hair, long … Continue reading →
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