I am a maker. Thoughts are words, words are the building materials. I hesitate to say bricks as they, the…
Browsing: prose
Seven years ago, we left our Upper West Side co-op for many reasons. My husband needed a driveway. My toddler…
A pen in hand works like bloodletting. Something in the gut. It’s the Voice of all voices asking to reign…
I love having a belly full of babies. There are two in there, a boy and a girl, and my…
I brought our daughter with us to the last nursing home. Both her grandmothers were there to help me figure…
I have lost twenty-four pounds. Most of it seemingly from my breasts. “They are like teenage breasts,” my husband says.…
Review by Rachael Nevins – In the dozen stories in The Beautiful One Has Come, Suzanne Kamata explores the myriad…
Women Writing on Family: Tips on Writing, Teaching and Publishing, edited by Carol Smallwood and Suzann Holland; and Teachers Act…
There are moments in life where we hit a new level of independence and experience growth so significant that it…
1973: In the beginning there was mom, music, and movement. My world was rich and alive with trees, fresh fruit…