Morrison’s raw courage in confronting and describing the effects of incest, racism, and the tragedy of women forced into its confines will be with me always.
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What did these two stout scrapbooks mean to my mother?
They made no noise, having been warned beforehand, and perhaps silenced by the the powerful male voices of the priests and the bellowing of the organ. But they moved. Oh, how they moved…
Doris Duke must at least have wondered if her generosity, in all its forms, could ever compensate for the destructive effects of nicotine addiction.
In Manhattan last week, I was finally able to assure myself that The Silver Swan: In Search of Doris Duke, will be published next spring.
A short course in how a short story might be made.
I find myself involved in three groups to my great pleasure and satisfaction, this after many decades avoiding groups as a waste of time.
A bookstore offers companionship, conversation, perhaps even a sense of community which nothing arriving by mail can ever hope to deliver.
I’ve once again chosen my most popular posts of 2018, based on visits, comments, Tweets and Facebook likes.
The discussions about gender were more congenial to me than the groups that confronted the problems heterosexual relations posed for women committed to some form of the revolution.