Each Artist Or Writer Who Works In

Spring, / You Are A Pinking Shears: You Cut / Fresh Edges On The World.

Is A Currency Worth Anything If No One Wants It? We Used To Buy Shoes In Italy. Remember?

There Is A Rhythm To The Ending Of A Marriage Just Like The Rhythm Of A Courtship-only Backward. You Try To Start Again But Get Into Blaming Over And Over. Finally You Are Both Worn Out, Exhausted, Hopeless. Then Lawyers Are Called In To Pick Clean The Corpses. The Death Has Occurred Much Earlier.

At Times It Is Strangely Sedative To Know The Extent Of Your Own Powerlessness.

When I Met My Husband, I Refused To Invite Him Home For Passover Because I Was Embarrassed My Mother Might Serve All The Catered Dishes In The Wrong Order.