Mother loved the wind. When I was growing up, she would recite this poem to me. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I, But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. So it… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“I had forgotten how wonderful it is to stand on a bridge and catch the scent of rain in the air. I had forgotten… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“Life is like that I thought, as I turned the corner to my building. Freedom has its danger as well as its joys. And… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“Except for the primitive markers of day and night, time lay ahead of me in continuous, undefined mass.” — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
What is the purpose of memory? Is it a trick to make sure we don't forget who we are by reminding us of who… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“It used to surprise me, the intensity with which I still remembered these distant memories. But when I entered my fifties...I understood their enduring… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“A scene," Mary told us, "is a moment when there is some form of tension. A scene leads to the next scene. And a… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
Women, I learned, adapted. At first..they seemed so fragile, so dependent on fathers and husbands and brothers and lovers. Gradually, though, I noticed how… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“Never mind that I hadn't a clue which path to follow or whether, to echo Robert Frost, the one I took would make all… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“Being a student meant always looking up to someone wiser and always measuring yourself against that wisdom and knowledge.” — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“By then I'd knocked around enough to know that, in the end, what adds up to a life is nothing more than the accumulation… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“As I set out each day, I felt like a young child again. One who hadn't yet learned the rules of manmade time; the… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
