“Judy Kronenfeld’s Ghost Nurseries is full of evocative doublings—aging and youth, childhood and the parent's descent into childhood via illness, the meaning and meaninglessness of the ‘stuff’ we accumulate throughout the years. These poems are a testament to memory and loss, as the author serves as witness, chronicler and interpreter of the events in the life of her family, gently teasing out ironies and providing willfully little comfort—only that which comes from confronting the inevitable in fragments of deft narrative set aloft by lyric image.”
–Patty Seyburn 
“Recovery is the Theme here—recalling, reclaiming, cherishing all those selves and visions of the self and others, in youth and in age especially, that Time strips away, leaving us these few, but illuminated bits of mercy. These poems, their detail keen and emblematic, rescue memory and balance it on an edge of light. And make not mistake, there is a Theme here—Kronenfeld takes the risk of making meaning in these focused, mature, resonant and simply masterful poems. And her vision reaches far beyond the particulars of her own life—poignant as these are—to embrace all of us drifting away from our selves, each of us indicted in the flesh, in the rush of experience. The haunting/haunted work of Ghost Nurseries helps us all stand in the light a little longer and hold on to our lives.”
–Christopher Buckley 
“What do we say when there's nothing more to say? When those we've loved and those who’ve loved us, ‘the old and about-to-be-dead,’ rise up from the ghost nurseries of memory and desire? Here the imaginary doctors ‘pour the milk of space / into pitchers for your bedside table,’ and, ‘like your dead mother, spit twice / and kiss your forehead.’ Judy Kronenfeld reveals to us the tenderness and delicacy of this place, and of its inhabitants. She leads us as a parent would lead a small child, as a grown child would lead an aging parent—fearlessly and lovingly—into the reminiscence wing, the special neighborhood for the memory-impaired, the locked garden, the terrible world where, yet, ‘the closed eyes of creatures move.’ And she manages to say what, to me, had seemed unsayable: something about the unexpected beauty of death, after all.”
–Cecilia Woloch 
“This is a moving book of poems, particularly so for anyone who has ever cared for an ill or aging parent. Judy Kronenfeld’s carefully crafted poetry goes beyond chronicling a parent’s descent into Alzheimer’s, delving into the coffer of memory to give us poignant vignettes that illuminate the complexity of the self. I highly recommend this book.”
–C. Porter 
“These are graceful, searching, finely detailed poems, poems that dare to look into the face of death and find life staring right back at them.”
–Gayle Brandeis