Dagmar Grieder
1943 – The shelves in German stores may have been bare, and everything was on ration cards anyway, but an under-the-counter market existed for those who could afford it. My father was genuinely interested in keeping his business connections well-polished, and he...
Peggy Kelsey
That is my question. Tired of the fuss and muss and mess Of colored hair And seeing the silvery sensuous shimmering tresses of friends As they display the snowy icon of their status as elders. It makes me wonder… What splendid glory hides under my boxed color? What...
Mahani Zubedy
My brother Jo was circumcised at home when he was nine. I was thirteen. It was not unusual for three- to five-year-old boys to be circumcised at home in the 60’s in Malaysia. But to wait till your child was nine was almost irresponsible, and maybe even dangerous....
Peggy Kelsey
Thoughts from Under the Tree Sitting beneath the craggy live oak Its dappled shade falling on my own limbs So peacefully, So quietly. It’s a time to let my mind wander. So, why does it lead me to Wounds, both fresh and old Angers and affronts, both real and imagined?...
Dagmar Grieder
One of my earliest memories is running naked through the house after my evening bath to find my father, my Papa, for the nightly ritual of his taking me into his arms, and calling me his little “Naktfrosch” (naked frog). But it was not the frog label that stuck as a...
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