Faces in a Crowd
On my way to work this morning, winding my way through the crowded streets of the garment district, I looked up to see three New
On my way to work this morning, winding my way through the crowded streets of the garment district, I looked up to see three New
I’m back home after 33 days of if not total bliss, daily doses of beauty on the Italian riviera, the part known as the “levante.”
In a few days we will be leaving our beautiful temporary home, where even on stormy days the seascape that surrounds us is sublime. Now,
It continues to rain and the sun remains an iffy prospect, but there have finally been signs of spring. On the passeggiata there are buds
Walking to and from the passeggiata, in and out of the tiny alleyways between the main road and the sea, I encountered these interesting examples
The high point of the day for most of us at the Fondazione, as well as for the inhabitants of the town of Bogliasco, is
After a long, long plane trip—including 3 hours sitting in the plane on the ground at JFK as we waited for de-icing, and 4 hours
I’m just back from Jewish Book Week in London, a city I now love the way I loved Paris when I first lived there—that feeling of
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.