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Border Crossings, May 2008
According to today’s reporting, more than 70,000 thousand refugees have fled Ukraine for Moldova. I return in memory, shock, and disbelief to my Eastern European
March 1, 2022
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The Decluttering Syndrome
OK, it’s January, the month of New Year’s resolutions, so I thought I’d take the plunge and read Marie Kondo’s bestselling book: The Life-Changing Magic
January 30, 2019
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Summer Diary: Father’s Day
Today I found myself purging the files from the research I did for What They Saved. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,
June 21, 2016
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“Roberta liked Flavia… they shared a tennis court” (apologies to Virginia Woolf)
I can’t have been the only viewer of the U.S. Open women’s final, who teared up at the sight of the two competitors, Roberta and
September 15, 2015
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“What are you looking for, Mama?” Summer Diary, continued
A man’s voice interrupts my reverie with the inquiry, as I stand surveying the salad on offer at the local West Side Market. Proof that
August 31, 2015
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“Where are you trying to go?” London, Summer Diary, 2015, continued
I turn to see a tiny woman about my age, dressed like me, sporting large sunglasses and clunky sneakers. Since I am a short person
August 4, 2015
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The perils of pencils
It’s been impossible not to follow and mourn the crisis in Paris. The attacks have compelled as much attention as the events of 9/11, when
January 10, 2015
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Bookstores and Lovers
It’s always exciting to read about a bookstore opening, rather than closing, though in the case of Albertine, the new bookstore hopes to revive the
October 17, 2014
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Three’s a charm
Complaining is my default mode, so I thought I’d challenge myself to comment on something unreservedly good on offer this fall season: thrilling books by
October 9, 2014
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Rules of Engagement
After a very long summer break I finally feel up to putting a toe in the murky social media water where my blog perforce resides.
September 24, 2014
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.