“From the Desk of Miriam Masterson”, year 1969   Father is a minor player in our home life. Mother always seems to me to be the star. Fat...

“From the Desk of Miriam Masterson”, year 1968 "Three blocks away from our house on Evelyn Avenue , I take dance lessons, at the Bea...

The dream of a hug, the vivid bitter sweet memory of her perfume, her hair shining golden in the morning sun, so fine, the violets from th...

“All of us grow up in particular realities — a home, family, a clan, a small town, a neighborhood. Depending upon how we’re brought up, we a...