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Inner voice as intuitive guide, the undeniable presence of a voice, the voice of silence
By Our ReadersJuly 1986“Ma! Ma, Patty’s up the big tree again kissing Billy! Ma!” I kept looking at Patty’s smooth face across the branch from me in the tree, and hearing Tony shouting into the house.
By Bruce P. WoodfordJune 1986March 1986Few are born to do the great work of the world, but the work that all can do is to make a small home circle brighter and better.
George Eliot
A noodle kugel, some missing underwear, a “magic cube”
By Our ReadersMarch 1986Not listening to my heart; believing my mother when she said, “Play dumb. Boys don’t marry smart girls.”; not dancing with Nan Zuckerman at the Sixth Grade Prom
By Our ReadersFebruary 1986I recall another day back in junior high. He wrote upon the blackboard large: DNA/RNA. He pointed to the letters lying there like some Kabbalistic mantra, then said, “This is the secret of life.”
By Patricia BralleyNovember 1985Before my father died I loved my mother, but now it’s different. I can no longer go to her, put my arms around her, or anything like that. She has become somehow strange to me, and so, not lovable.
By Karlton KelmAugust 1985And finally you’re a lady. You sleep with your cat, wash between your legs with washcloths, and go to the bathroom with the door closed. Lead weights fall on you.
By Lily PondJune 1985Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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