Mother and Daughter
But then there are daughters who become mothers, confusing the story because as mothers they remain, by definition, also daughters. How do they know which they are? More
Deer in the Woods
“You therefore ought to put some thought into what happiness means to you,” the German said turning towards me, ”Deer in the woods? Or deer on the plate?”… More
the puzzle box
he didn't have to say much anymore. he could imply. there was the equation, and the proof, and there was a little machine we could build and imagine it… More
Walking on Water
My mother is the goddess of the seas. My fetus still floats in her womb. Perhaps I am a goddess, too. My mother guides the waves and the whirlpools.… More
I Am China
Dear Queen, maybe this is not your business but I have had a very troubled bowel since I was a child, which is exactly what Fidel Castro has… More
Raccoon, pronghorn, mule deer, ring-necked pheasant, fox
I’m sorry for driving past and driving past and driving past all winter and into spring, and for watching, with interest—even, I’m ashamed to say, a kind of gross… More