By Ann LaBar Russek Once again, my thoughts turn to getting a boob job. It happens every new year or so. The desire to regain lost youth, catch my husband’s mid-life, perhaps […]
Straining Toward the Sun
Every Craving Finds Its Match
I cup your four flavors in my mouth: bitter, sweet, salty, sour. The tastes are male and female: the miracles of a girl’s first blood, her first lover’s sweat. The various […]
The Gloria Sirens 