Literature
Ars moriendi
She raised herself slowly, timid, without a voice. Others spoke. She listened, thought long about the things they said. About the things he said. If he ever addressed her directly, she lowered her eyes, deferential and in awe of a father larger than life. She followed in the orbiting footsteps of mother, sisters - worshippers of this proud Apollo of the South.
The Navy gave her a voice in 1942. Women would decode submarine messages and she would be among the first - an ensign in the inaugural class of WAVES. She spoke with clever fingers, penciling and erasing, her own system for making sense of the undersea ciphers. After the war, she turne