Recently, I was reading an article called “10 Ways to Bring Back the Romance in Your Marriage.” I immediately showed it to Kenny and asked him, smiling, “What do you think? Should we try some of these?” He instantly got that panicked looked he reserves for conversations of this nature, undoubtedly imagining the 101 things he doesn‘t want to do to put the spice back in a marriage he thinks is fine just the way it is. […]
Essays and News
A week, in this place, and I have lost all sense of time. It stands still, moves back, lurches forward. I am forced to constantly find my bearings.
Chautauqua, N.Y., is like no other place I have ever been. I am in the place that gave birth to a movement of traveling tent shows that moved across America in the early 20th century; its purpose to bring culture and ideas, spirituality and enlightenment. Today is no different. […]
In the suburbs, highly educated and ambitious parents funnel their professional training and personal desires into managing every aspect of their lives — and their children’s — with zeal. At first, Peyton Price was shocked and appalled. But now, her indoctrination is complete. In Suburban Haiku: Poetic Dispatches From Behind the Picket Fence, Price reveals that, try as she might, she has succumbed to the reality of having an SUV, a stint as PTA president, […]
Much has been written and lamented about Facebook. And rightly so, I tell myself, as I slog through a report on a recent, yummy breakfast, excruciating details of a trip or weekend, boasts about junior’s GPA and multitudinous photos of Little League.
But I have to say that there is something especially off-putting about those one-size-fits-all FB greetings. Examples: “Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms I know,” “Wishing everyone a happy new year,” “My thoughts and prayers are with everyone affected by [fill in disaster]” and “Happy [fill in religious holiday] to all my friends who celebrate.” Those who post these no doubt well-intentioned sentiments aren’t actually directing their sentiments to anyone in particular, […]
I’ll admit I’m not much of a housekeeper. My myopic vision doesn’t seem to notice piles of newspapers or cobwebs in the corners. But I’d let things go so long that the spider’s web in the bathroom sported a little bronze plaque. I had to get a magnifying glass to read it. It said that the web is now on the arachnids’ historic register.
Of course, I couldn’t destroy it after that.
I was brushing my teeth and heard a tiny “Ding!” I looked up and saw the spider opening a tiny microwave and taking out a burrito. […]