Broth 
Published in Gastronomica

“If nostalgia does play a role in my brodo-making, it is probably for Little Italy in downtown Manhattan, where I lived until I moved to Wyoming in the middle of my life. I now shake my head at my failure to revere the fresh mozzarella at Joe's Latticheria, or the crusty pane integrale at the Spring Street bakery, as I devoted my ardor to concens that seemed more pressing then — like my troubled relationships with crazy men.…”

​Broth​

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Stealing Flowers
Published in Shadowbox Magazine
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​“Prudently I wait until night, or the April storm that banged down a screen of icy drops. In a late spring freeze, I thought, I’d preserve the brief drama of ephemeral plumes with my Great Lilac Heist. Passersby ducked their heads into wind-slanted streams. No one saw me yank and clip a heavy feather of white florets, its radiance wasted on a parking lot. I forgot my sopping wet shoes: a strange cry of joy, a rampaging Visigoth’s guttural howl, rose in my throat.​…”

Stealing Flowers

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Meditations on Childlessness
Published in Utne Reader

​“It is no accident that teaching was once deemed a proper career for spinsters. At first my students respond angrily, then with touching, submissive gratitude to the childless professor, who doesn’t love them, but has the emotional space to pay attention, insist that they fulfill her demands — and their real desires — for creative energy and discipline.…”
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​Meditations on Childlessness

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Tresspassing
Published in Terrain

​“I lacked the strength to unhook the tight U loop that bound this particular fence gate to its stationary post. Instead, I pinched up the top strand of barbed wire, then compressed my body through the narrow space, catching my royal blue parka on the sharp twisted prongs. I ignored the "Beware of the Dog" sign once I understood that there was no dog.…”
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Tresspassing

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Girls Hitchhike Across America
Published in Writing for Peace

​“There we were, really doing it, dark shades, pigtailed hair, selfconscious thumbs stuck out, me and my best friend, Kathy, slinging Army knapsacks jammed with sleeping bags ponchos, a just-in-case dress, hitchhiking to California at last.…”

Girls Hitchhike Across America

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