BIRTH I don’t remember birth but I imagine the placenta breaking away from the walls of my small apartment inside my mother’s womb and gravity dragging me down a long dark tunnel toward the light. I’m sure I resisted a bit because I love the feeling of soaking in a warm tub in a small […]
Ghosts of Christmas Past
Here’s an excerpt from a short story I wrote about the bygone era of the family Christmas party, hosted by my grandmother every year at her house for half a century: Caroling, Caroling by Jane Arie Baldwin My Grandfather, the alcoholic, stopped drinking before I was born. Years later, alcohol still was not officially allowed […]
Jane's Dynamic Unwinding Compass 