in this spare forest windy accents are longing to enter the mouths of the silent actors to make mon: of this than a wooded matinee. With these trees standing at moral attention you can ask questions: Are these really The Wonder Years? Or to vary a theme: Is the world a tenable place to live,
by Melinda Thomsen I was raised by Cinderella souls whose high arched feet fit into glass slippers. Those extra narrow sized shoes I wore looked like Barbie accessories, not the medium widths I wear now after years of retail sales and teaching in New York. Then, I wore kitten heels, which pinched my toes inside