Grandmother Hannah comes to me at Pesach and when I am lighting the sabbath candles. The sweet wine in the cup has her breath.... a little winter no spring can melt.

the body is simple as a turtle / and straight as a dog: / the body cannot lie.

My grandmother was very important to me. She gave me my religious education. She gave me a sense of the female side of Judaism, of the rich store of stories and legends of the women of the schtetl.

All women are misfits. We do not fit into this world without amputations.

It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover.

We live in a media soup and are constantly being programmed or are fighting that programming. Thus any truthful account of a life, every part of a life, is about society as well as an individual.

Sleeping together is a euphemism for people, but tantamount to marriage with cats.