The “A” Word While I was pregnant I hoped for a child who, once born, would leave me alone. Sure, we could stand up on stools and sift flour into a mixing bowl together, or run out into the yard to […]
Home Sweet Hummus My Atta Joann bought her house in Skokie, Illinois the same year that I was born. My parents had been living in Michigan for quite some time after moving from Chicago, but even with a […]
Girl Talk I think of poetry as a boys’ club. Do female poets have to learn to write in a “masculine” style to gain any praise for their poems?
— Sarah, Malden, Massachusetts
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