“How many of us can recall a childhood moment when we experienced happiness as a state of being? That single moment of untarnished joy? ...

(In August of my fourth year) On a summer evening after Emil and Madeline dropped in and Mom served them supper, while grown-ups talked,...

MY Own Personal Myth leaves me in a stuck state-- a betwixt and between ambiguity: Mother is RIGHT, love is CONDITIONAL Do it her way and...