I worry about women. All of us. My sister’s daughters. My friends and their daughters. The little girls in every country of the world. Someone once said that if anyone looked at the planet from a distance, one of their first questions would be, “Why are you hurting the women? Is there a war...
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Passports
I want to tell you about Louise Bourgeois and the trees shaped by the cold. The trees are called krummholz. Their roots look like old sirens, remind me of Louise. A picture of the krummholz up on the side of my printer also shows their roots. When I saw a picture of Louise it...
Always Rachel
Today is Rachel Carson’s birthday. She has been honored and recognized as one of the founders of the modern day environmental movement. She showed us the delicate balance in our world and how every connection is an important one. She showed us the connection between the life cycle of a chemical and the life...
girls from newark
Can’t compete with cats. Don’t know about international contracts, nods and winks of lovers in the game acknowledging lexicons of social ordering. Girls from Newark don’t drink latte; when it comes to forty-two dollar breakfasts come to appreciate morning specials. Girls from Newark have to live with loss. Change changed for quiet money. Night...
No fan of the ma’am
Let me put it this way, I was surprised when I thanked him for not calling me ma’am and he replied, “I’m no fan of the ma’am.” Do I have to write any more than this? Do the women out there get it? When did it start for you, were you in your thirties,...
because it’s spring
a portion of a piece in progress…. Whispers flew past her ears like streamers. Did someone call her name? Was she touched by a god? Something was in place for her though she was apart from it. It was knowledge of the world, of this and that. The recipe for her golem heart played...
Krummholz, trees shaped by the wind
Though our lives may be stuck in time and circumstance, there is always the opportunity to move forward in our work if we can find sources for travel, root systems, and memories.
Oydomhood
When a week from hell lasts several weeks, all I can say is you’ve landed in the kingdom of oy. For those that have been around awhile, we used to call it Oydomhood in the older neighborhood. That was where your father’s sister’s stockings rolled down around her ankles and her red lipstick was...
If the wind means me, I’m here, here.
Way back when poet Theodore Roethke wrote a series of poems called Meditations of an Old Woman. Imagine losing your bone mass and getting lighter. Maybe our bones hollow as we grow older and with luck we grow wings to fly around. The wind means me, me. And I’m here, here. That’s what his...
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