Reviews and revisions of Ibsen’s “A Doll’s House” sprout with each new Broadway season, an indication of how relevant, and how difficult this 1879 play continues to be.
In the Company of Women: Mabel’s House
One of my pleasures here is eating dinner alone in a good restaurant and drinking a glass of wine. It is my best opportunity to watch people and to jump to perhaps wrongheaded conclusions about them.
Ash Wednesday
Over my long writing career, I’ve kind of resigned myself to being a Cassandra: the voice in the wilderness that speaks, or writes, about things most people would rather ignore and forget.
Promise
Twice in my life, I’ve had the rare privilege of encountering a young woman of promise. Only twice because promise is handed out randomly or according to a pattern I can’t discern.
Girls Reset the Equation
As the country turns away from supporting issues crucial to girls’ and women’s health, the scorn that is faced by all women, especially those young enough to appear vulnerable, is creating a mental health crisis.
Wolf Pen Mill Runs Again
Resounding through the maple and sycamore forest, the clanking must have drawn farmers from miles around, loading their carts with corn and driving over the rough stone road to the mill.
Valentine’s Day: The Girl in the Red Velvet Dress
A few days ago when I was poking in one of my closets, I found a battered old scrapbook from the 1930, a big collection of greeting cards spasted onto the scrapbook’s yellowish pages.
Haunted Houses
I discovered for the first time an idea I’ve been revolving in my own mind: that the past, and the settings and people of the past, are crucial.
She
Must the divine feminine be denatured?
That Debutante Summer
My rebellion, uncomfortable as it was—for my classmates were my closest friends—also signaled my leaving the South, going to college, settling in the Northeast and marrying a man my mother’s friends identified, with horror, as a Yankee…