Lent is about to begin. Let us all get on our knees, whatever faith or lack of faith we hold and say one of the prayers from the Ash Wednesday service…
The Cruelest Month
It’s always fun to dispute with Mr. Eliot who used to reign supreme in English Departments all over this country.
The Right to Be Forgotten
Innocent till proven guilty? A sword with two edges.
NO
For me as a writer, the NO that seems to set a limit to all my hopes comes in response to an idea, a manuscript—or, in this case, a proposal.
The Woman in the Mink Coat
“That’s quite a coat,” I murmured as she slid past me into the next seat.
Daughters
Last weekend I wrote about sisters. Inevitably I am now writing about daughters. Both posts concern lives of privilege but are not limited by that definition.
Two Sisters
How does it happen that here in (relatively) remote and small Santa Fe, New Mexico, I’ve come to know about two sisters from the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries?
How Wonderful Is That
In the midst of so much bad news, this astonishing performance of starlings, those little birds many of us have learned to hate, is a reminder of our ability to communicate and cooperate
My Father
I never asked my father about his manicures. It didn’t seem appropriate to raise such a frivolous topic with a dedicated newspaper publisher.
Roe
I’m finding it difficult to celebrate my 85th birthday, the anniversary of the decision half a century ago that legalized abortion, forbidding the states to outlaw abortion in all cases and asserting this freedom as a constitutional right.