Over my long writing career, I’ve kind of resigned myself to being a Cassandra: the voice in the wilderness that speaks, or writes, about things most people would rather ignore and forget.
Give Us This Day
Now, as always, there is the question of our minor influence as women on public events, even now when our faces and voices seem to indicate our ascendancy.
Egg Day
This past Lent I thought I made an agreement with myself to enter into all the ceremonies of that six-weeks season of suffering… and then to reward myself with the glorious resurrection of Easter.
Waking Up Singing
Afflicted with black humors these black, cold winter mornings, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I decided to wake up singing.