I can’t speak for her; I can’t speak for my daughter Susan. She is—was—the daughter of a woman—me—who refused to die. I am the mother.…

Con men and snake oil salesmen have always been with us, both in literature and, sadly, in life as well: The Bible has plenty of…

Years ago I used to go to a monthly Goddess ceremony at a friend of mine’s house in Los Angeles. I only stopped going because…

The crushing press inside Hera's Delight was unbearable. Hundreds of people crammed together in a tin can, hurtling away from destruction on a column of…

The room was bleak, dark, grey, silent, even though her room was in the middle of a house teeming with life. Agatha ignored the life.…

If there is no other absolute proof that we are all in this life journey together, then the simple idea that we breathe the same…

I’ve taken my country for granted. And why shouldn’t I have? The statement makes one guilt-ridden, as though there were not enough guilt to go…

We might envy windswept leaves by late morning last night’s dewdrops have burned off revealing a fresh surface We might wish the breeze or sun…

Nosotros This was never a perfect country, not Xanadu, not Utopia, not even Denmark. It was instead a promise, a work in progress, an ideal,…

Coughing, violently, Agatha, took more of the the laudanum. The reddish brown liquid tasted bitter. Agatha squinted her eyes and took more. "My whole life…

My title is the nickname for the 9th season of the popular TV show “Dallas.” That’s because Bobby Ewing—younger brother of J.R., the lead villain…

Was playing the bassoon a phallic experience for me? That long mahogany instrument, like a sleek graceful log—actually it was a long tube, doubled over--and…