Once, a few years ago – I think I was around eight at the time – I was in this…
Year: 2011
You have trained your restless haunches for eight months now, within me, growing by skull and brow, ribs and toes—simple…
I drive across the Henry Hudson Bridge and get off the parkway at Dyckman Street, an exit I have always…
I believe in Literary Citizenship. I really do. I believe in it in caps, as you see. To me this…
MamaBlogger365 – Mother-Centric Lit by Marjorie Tesser on the Museum of Motherhood Blog I edit a publication called The Mom…
These are the rules regarding glitter. Listen up. The glitter has been placed in view but out of reach. This…