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Ellen Miller’s “Like Being Killed”

admin — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 15:29:05 +0000

I remember her hands: fingers red, raw, bleeding through layers of skin, all the way from her nails to below her knuckles. A curtain of black hair covered most of her face as she tilted her head forward and lifted her fingers to her mouth. Chewing, biting, quietly gnawing. This was something far beyond a nervous habit. From the moment I saw those hands I wanted to encase them in white cotton so that they—so that she—could heal. I wanted to believe that healing was possible.

A Writing Career Becomes Harder To Scale

Dani — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 18:31:23 +0000

Authors used to expect to struggle as they gained experience. But now it is sell -- or else.

Frame by Frame

admin — Sat, 30 Jun 2007 23:15:16 +0000

Growing up, Dani Shapiro always felt caught in her mother's viewfinder-until she found the strength to break free.

There is No Me Without You

Dani — Wed, 28 Feb 2007 23:58:46 +0000

Dani Shapiro spared no effort or expense in her quest to find the perfect egg donor-one with her intellect, her looks, even her feelings. But then they met, and she realized that even the finest reproductions still aren't the real thing

The Secret Wife

Dani — Thu, 31 Aug 2006 18:48:18 +0000

In 1953, nine years before I was born, my father fell in love with a young woman named Dorothy Gribetz. She was a beautiful Orthodox Jewish girl who was, at twenty-seven, startlingly old to still be single in the moneyed religious urban world of my father . . .

The Six Poisons

Dani — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 00:01:50 +0000

Emma is on her third chaturanga dandasana of the morning, hovering in a push up position an inch off the floor, when Guruji and Shareth enter the shala. It must be about five-thirty judging from the...

Mommie Dearest

Dani — Sat, 21 Jan 2006 00:06:55 +0000

My mother's rage against my father's family was a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Oh, she was angry at other people too...

My Mother, Not Myself

Dani — Tue, 22 Mar 2005 00:09:51 +0000

Once or twice a month, while getting dressed to go out for the evening, I pick up a double- strand of pearls with an ornate diamond clasp from my dressing table and slip it around my neck....

Enter Smiling

Dani — Sat, 22 May 2004 00:12:01 +0000

I am standing in a windowless room furnished only with a video camera set up on a tripod and three taped x's on the floor...

Outward Bound

Dani — Tue, 22 Jul 2003 00:17:57 +0000

When I was a kid growing up in the New Jersey suburbs, I dreaded summer. Mosquitoes, bees, sunburn, heatstroke...