My sister died on a Saturday. A week after her birthday. A day before her family and I were coming to take her out to lunch at the deli for her favorite tongue sandwich and cherry cheesecake. The staff at the nursing home told...
For my birthday some years ago, a dear girlfriend organized a ladies luncheon for me. It was touching, especially since I had not had a luncheon in my honor for more than twenty years. I had given her the name of ten of the most...
Leticia’s head was swimming with equations. It was Thursday and she felt exhausted from an...
The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power – Toni Morrison
