Dressing for Success?
Walking from the subway to the Graduate Center, where I teach, I pass by the shop window of the Garment Center, or at least what
Walking from the subway to the Graduate Center, where I teach, I pass by the shop window of the Garment Center, or at least what
Summer Black, of course. No New Yorker needs persuading about wearing black in the summer―is there any other color?―but apparently London women need help, or
I’ve been trying to decide whether my negative feelings about being back in New York after a month at sea, well, by the sea, should
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.”
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.