When I go home my mother and I play a cannibal game; we eat each other over the years, tender morsel by morsel until there is nothing left but dry bone and wig. She is winning-needless to say she has… — Maureen Howard Copy Share Image
When I go home my mother and I play a cannibal game; we eat each other over the years, tender morsel by morsel until… — Maureen Howard Copy Share Image
The Golden Arches of McDonald's rise, glorious across the landscape, contempo-monolithic, simple in concept as Stonehenge if we could but see it. — Maureen Howard Copy Share Image
Even when I was a grown woman, he [Father] would leave me on the edge of hysteria in all our arguments: though I married… — Maureen Howard Copy Share Image
Notable American Women is an enchanting and moving novel. Like Italo Calvino and Lewis Carrol, Ben Marcus reconfigures the world that we might see… — Maureen Howard Copy Share Image
The Catholic Church with its foreshortened American history and tangled puritanical roots was as inviolate to my mother and father as it was to… — Maureen Howard Copy Share Image
Wouldn't a laugh serve us better than to battle it out with our mortal souls? — Maureen Howard Copy Share Image
I have often caught sight of myself, my spine humped over, defining my hollowness, my head too heavy for my body, swinging like the… — Maureen Howard Copy Share Image
Acceptance is the word we must substitute for dependence in dealing with the aged. Their acceptance of help, ours of their need. — Maureen Howard Copy Share Image
![“Even when I was a grown woman, he [Father] would leave me on the edge of hysteria in all our arguments: though I married and lived as far as I could spiritually from Bridgeport, he reduced me in a matter of hours to a wriggling child, pleading to go free.” quote by Maureen Howard](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/1c7/maureen-howard-28838_argument_even-when-i-was-a-grown-woman-he-father_180112.jpg)
