Language helps develp life as surely as it reflects life. It is a most important part of our human condition.
JANE: What to do when it is that time in your girl child's life:1. Sit down calmly and explain sex to her?2. Buy her a book, video, or CD that gives her the details?3. Buy her condoms and put her on t...
Stories, he'd said, his voice low and almost husky, we are made up of stories. And even the ones that seem the most like lies can be our deepest hidden truths.
Passover isn't about eating, Hannah, her mother began at last, sighing and pushing her fingers through her silver-streaked hair. You could have fooled me, Hannah muttered.
How often is the passing of one storm only a prelude to another.
All around the castle, a briary hedge began to grow, with thorns as sharp as barbs.
A shadowless man is a monster, a devil, a thing of evil. A man without a shadow is soulless. A shadow without a man is a pitiable shred. Yet together, light and dark, they make a whole.
From Taking Your Clothes to the Salvation Army:Okay, so strangers will be grateful for this, will wear the socks to keep their feet warm, blow their noses in your handkerchiefs, pull up the shorts, tu...
We’re lucky we don’t have to share. Lots of people have to—you told me so yourself. Share? Gittel had looked appalled. Chaim remembered the face she’d made at the time, adding, Papa, we have so little...
Welcome to Neverland, Peter said, as if this were supposed to be a big surprise. Darla took her hand away from his. It’s smaller than I thought it would be, she said. This time she looked right at him...
Snow White Makes a Plea to the WitchLight a candle.Feed your scrawny cat.Polish your dark house. Buy a new hat.Write odes, darn socks.Repair your crumbling stoop. Put a smile on your face.Pour out tha...
Snow Speaks to the MirrorMy nose is smudged,my hair in tangles.I do not likemyself at angles.Skin's not clear,eyes all red.Another hourin my bedwould be a gift,would feel real nice.But can I trustyour...
She would not let herself get lost in the past, making it somehow better and lovelier than it was. She'd never liked that in old people when she was young, and she wasn't about to countenance it in he...
She lay curled up on the ground, one scrawny hand held out as if begging, the other clutching a doll as ragged as she. But her mouth was open, her eyes wide, unblinking. There was a bullet hole in her...
OnceOnce, oh once, there was, was not,A girl, princess, mermaid, widow, witch, queen, wife,A boy, king, soldier, wizard, troll, giants,MagicLife. The tale turns, returns, confuses, confesses,And all t...
Like the piano player, I have memory in my fingertips. I watch words spill out creating worlds, inventing colors, bridging generations.
How can this be, this great magic, that makes real the unreal, the not-actual into a kind of factless fictual, turns lies into the True? Don’t ask me, for I am new at this work, new at telling my own...
Come, Ye Women Oh, come, ye women of the Isles, And listen to my song, For if ye be but thirteen years, Ye’ve not been women long. And if ye be threescore and ten, No longer women be, Or so say all th...
Cinderella, until lately, has never been a passive dreamer waiting for rescue. The forerunners of the Ash-girl have all been hardy, active heroines who take their lives into their own hands and work o...
But as the scissors snip-snapped through her hair and the razor shaved the rest, she realized with a sudden awful panic that she could no longer recall anything from the past. I cannot remember, she w...