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Ellen Carter is an herbalist, computer programmer, wife, mother, nature mystic, flutist, priestess, poet, tree surgeon, and exterminator. She lives in New York City.
It was hard to believe the fox was dead. It’s been frozen for a month and hasn’t decomposed at all. It seems a shame just to bury it. I want the pelt, but where can I find out how to skin it?
December 1998Finally I stepped out, looking as elegant as I ever have, in electric blue silk, my hair stylishly vertical. R. whispered, “You look so Republican.” (A week later, he finally apologized.)
November 1995Everyone says New Yorkers are cruel (at least New Yorkers say that — it’s part of our Self-Love), but the fact we’re suffering Benevolence Burnout shows we must’ve had some.
October 1989Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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