“Well, I may as well try to make some sense of it all.” I wrote that sentence on a muggy Atlanta day, having just graduated from Northwestern University with a Bachelor of Arts... Read More
O.K., I’ll admit it: I have been an absolutely lazy slug about getting to the gym. I’ve even abandoned my beloved mermaid swim class in favor of lying around, reading books, an... Read More
Sinclair Lewis wrote a novel in 1935, It Can’t Happen Here, a brooding, satirical tale of a politician/demagogue who manages to capture the imagination and votes of the befuddled... Read More
My friend Henry M. wrote this gentle lament after reading my May column about my calm cruise to Mexico: “No card playing and drinking straight tequila til drunk then stealing a l... Read More
I took my first ocean cruise: down the coast of California, to Ensenada, Mexico. And the upshot? As pleasurable as parts of it were, I don’t need to take another cruise anytime s... Read More
I’ll never forget that particular St. Patrick’s Day afternoon in New York years ago when I saw inebriated teenage boys pissing on the north wall of the Metropolitan Museum of A... Read More
It’s said we leave our hearts in San Francisco, and Peter and I will certainly leave ours here. We’ve fallen in love with our new home city — not so new anymore, given we’v... Read More
I like movies. I usually enjoy them, making an occasion out of each one I get to an actual movie theater to see. I celebrate with popcorn, diet soda, some candy. If I’m at the Al... Read More