I carry in my ear, carry to this day, the memory of him reading to me. Sighting a picture of Babar or a drawing by Beatrix Potter will place me, even now, if only for a moment, deep in the burrow of his lap.
by Judith Moore | May 17, 1990
How did he do it? Why did he do it? How is he doing now?
by Judith Moore | May 26, 1988
On impotence and its remedies: straight talk from a sympathetic urologist.
by Judith Moore | Apr 7, 1988
by Judith Moore | Nov 26, 1987
About my father. About my body. About winning the love of a man.
by Judith Moore | Jul 16, 1987
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