Stolen Pomegranates When I was a young girl, my best friend and I would hop the chain-link fence at school and sneak onto the neighbor’s land to play in the pomegranate groves. The shrubby trees grew on the other side of an expanse of raw tilled earth. The man who owned the land loomed large […]Read more "Stolen Pomegranates"
Bruce Levine is a native Manhattanite who now lives in Florida with his wife and their dog Daisy. He’s spent his life as a writer and a music and theatre professional. His shows have been produced in New York and around the country and his works have been published in a variety of media, including Brimfield […]Read more "Three Pieces of Swiss Cheese"
We’re going to Le Havre! What a lark! What a razz-matazz, living in a harbor town full of alternatives and sailors. It was the moment life went BOOM. YOU HAVE ARRIVED. Hello, world! Hello, beach! Hello, midnight! And now we’re on our way back, my friend Laura and I (she of the cheese-tour-meltdown, who once […]Read more "Vacation: Return to the Harbor"
It was the end of a very long day when I listened to my voice mail. “It’s important, call me back.” One of the more talkative people I know, my friend wasn’t usually cryptic. I called back immediately. She didn’t say hello, only, “So there is a lump….” My heart sank, because that’s a phrase […]Read more "But I’m So Healthy, How Could I Be Sick?"
Every skinny morning’s first minutes wade through nagging thoughts On the top of every month like clockwork She thinks she thinks she thinks you are both still fasting As if every woman ticks From the same town As if you all heave the same weight from the neck As if your mothers fed you the […]Read more "A Chain"
Every mother, every father, every person, judges everyone else. That’s just the way we do. I don’t think that’s necessarily bad. We live in a competitive society and being successful does actually mean that sometimes we see each ourselves in a pretty damn fantastic light and others in a dimmer one. So am I being […]Read more "Home School"
I feel, as a lifelong student of black-white race relations–albeit a white one–that the only way to improve race relations is to talk and talk and talk and get to know. I think we especially need to ask ignorant questions, as long as they are borne of respect and a desire to learn. Otherwise, how […]Read more "How to Ask Ignorant Questions of a Black Person"
I just spent the weekend with my eight girlfriends. There was a time in my life where that sentence would be followed by eight more of analysis. (If analysis can be used as a nice word for judgment, which I’m not sure it can). She was a pain in my ass, she is too skinny, […]Read more "What I Think About My Girlfriends"
I suppose what most people expect when they hear that I now occasionally write for a Feminist Publication is some whining about being a female and how difficult that can be. Growing up with the man responsible for accidentally turning our washer and dryer into a home made explosive with industrial grade chemicals, he also […]Read more "Foreign Pharmaceuticals and Feminism"
In my family, I have the reputation of being the sibling who is most in the loop of cultural happenings, events, and (especially) good eateries in whatever city I happen to be living in. This need to dig and find new places or events to be excited about may have even contributed to my recent […]Read more "A Winter Preview for Networking Women Writers"