The Glass Menagerie, by Tennessee Williams I was Amanda, and he missed the poignance. There at the end we sat as in family montage. No bows, odd applause, though we had done well. Just a few in the audience, a small black box theater in…

The wine glass rested downside upon a hardback book Overlooked by some but not by me I was not stubbornly knitting Ignoring the world with my head in the sand I was not a coward. While mother kept knitting her stupid blanket I was required…