I was driving through town yesterday, California blue sky filling my dashboard, and I wondered, “Was summer different when I was young?” The thing is,
With little children I used to wish, fervently, to live in co-housing. The more time around other families, and other people, the better. I practically
What to do about Internet haters? I’m back from a week posting at Corporette, and while in the end it was a lot of fun,
Recently, you may have read an article or two about Tal Fortgang. He’s a Princeton freshman who wrote a piece for an on-campus publication
There’s a song that always used to make me cry. I’ve mentioned it before, Dar Williams’ “When I Was A Boy.” Here’s a sampling of
I’ve been thinking recently about virtue. Not the old-fashioned heroine sort, perhaps needless to say. But virtue, built or maintained by living in accordance with
The time has come to re-educate myself. And pay for it. No, I am not going back to school, per se. But I am subscribing
Do we become invisible, we women past 50? And if so, can we reappear? A reader emailed me to say she and her her friend
Readers have recently commented, on a couple of posts, about pricing of goods like jeans and blue French jackets. We might add t-shirts to the
Ah Saturday morning. The sounds of my washing machine. Neighbor children playing loudly on the other side of a backyard fence, and it’s only 8:18am.
“Wait,” you just might be thinking. “What the heck is going on here? Why is a photo of Josh Holloway greeting me?” Reasonable question. Mr.
This year I made resolutions for the first time ever. Many situational changes in 2013, combined with internal shifts, required that I plant my feet
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