Adventures in Candyland: Remembering Long-Ago Loser Darlene Globe
Published 1/13/2010 at 10:13 a.m. 0 comments
There are those among you who breezed through the holidays on healthy snacks and uninterrupted exercise routines. Come January, you emerged triumphant from the seasonal gauntlet of temptation, facing the scale with jaunty confidence. To you I would simply say: ...
Struggling to Find the "True Spirit of Christmas"
Published 12/15/2009 at 4:50 p.m. 0 comments
o here we are again, deep in December and prey to all manner of seasonal hazards. Santa sweaters. Office parties. Shrinking bank balances. Credit card bills guaranteed to send Suze Orman into orbit. Canned carols. Fake snow. The nagging notion ...
Becoming What You Might Have Been
Published 11/18/2009 at 10:20 a.m. 0 comments
I have also never qualified to sit at the cool girls’ table. And now, here in the midst of my life review, I’ve decided that it’s time to come clean and acknowledge the long-suppressed denizen of libraries and old cemeteries, ...
A Chance Encounter Inspires Romantic Thoughts
Published 9/30/2009 at 10:42 a.m. 0 comments
I am thinking of a family vacation some years ago, rescued from sullen discontent by the poetry of a barnacle-covered giant and her offspring. Awash in nostalgia for my own childhood summers at Cape Cod, I had dragooned three teenaged ...
Force of Habit
Published 9/2/2009 at 2:04 p.m. 0 comments
I have seen her twice in one day, so it’s not my imagination: a nun in full habit, long skirt, looped rosary, veil blowing in the summer breeze. The only slightly anachronistic touch is the backpack slung over one shoulder. ...
Words are Deeds
Published 8/5/2009 at 2:55 p.m. 0 comments
Words are deeds, my father used to say. As someone whose livelihood depended on words, the quote from the philosopher Wittgenstein had special meaning for him. Words were the deeds of the writers whose books he acquired and edited. Words ...
The Grandparent’s Dictionary of Adverbs
Published 7/8/2009 at 12:41 p.m. 0 comments
It’s a voice I’ve heard somewhere before, repeating words that are vaguely familiar. Carefully. Slowly. Nicely. They are everyday words, faint admonitions usually associated with librarians, teachers, and camp counselors. Where does it come from, this vocabulary of caution, and ...
Lessons From an Ill Friend
Published 6/3/2009 at 11:06 a.m. 1 comment
The girls in the photograph are all about 20, dressed in fall suits and pearls. They stand in an autumn garden, grouped around a bride seated in a wicker chair. The bride is me. The girls are my best friends. ...
Published 5/6/2009 at 4:07 p.m. 0 comments
When I was a young girl, I wanted to be many things. An actress. A writer. A translator at the U.N. A CIA operative. I drifted in and out of these career aspirations, my enthusiasm waxing and then waning as ...
Print is Dead, Long Live Print
Published 4/7/2009 at 10:36 a.m. 0 comments
That loud noise you hear is not the rumble of distant thunder. It’s the sound of presses grinding to a halt all over America as daily newspapers fold. In the past few months, the Seattle Post-Intelligencer and The Rocky Mountain ...
Blackberry: Life as Distraction
Published 3/11/2009 at 3:37 p.m. 1 comment
Here’s what I’m wondering: Is it possible to own a PDA (personal digital assistant) and still have an interior life? There was a time when people used to ask that question about television sets. Before that, it was the radio. ...
Flight 1549 Was an Everyday Miracle
Published 2/11/2009 at 2:26 p.m. 1 comment
The crash of flight 1549 into the icy waters of the Hudson and the miraculous survival of all on board is a story for the ages. The skill of the cool-headed pilot, the quick action of the flight attendants, the ...
Published 12/31/2008 at 11:11 a.m. 0 comments
So it’s New Year’s Day again, that big, bright intersection of starry-eyed intentions and real life, the vantage point from which last year looks tired and shopworn and this year, still unsullied, seems full of possibility.
Less is More
Published 12/3/2008 at 5:00 p.m. 0 comments
It was a scene that once gave me such pleasure: brightly wrapped packages piled knee deep around the Christmas tree, great shiny stacks of them filling the living room and blocking traffic. Abbondanza, I called it. Glorious abundance. Looking at ...
More or Less Happy
Published 11/5/2008 at 5:00 p.m. 0 comments
For most of us, the next part goes something like this: when I win Powerball; when I meet Mr./Ms. Right; when I get my Dream Job; when everyone I love is joyful, healthy and wise. Well, wise may be asking ...