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 ...
Published 10/1/2008 at 6:00 p.m. 1 comment
I have a new heroine. She’s feisty, quick-witted, and fearless. Confronted with an impossible task, she forges ahead. Knocked to the ground, she springs up again. Whine? Never. Cry? Not in public. Scream? Maybe. She’s a woman after my own ...
Published 9/3/2008 at 6:00 p.m. 0 comments
We leave the highway and bump along a sandy track into another era. There is a timelessness here, a sense of lives well lived and histories preserved in this beach house by a New England bay.
Tragedy and Tribute
Published 8/6/2008 at 6:00 p.m. 2 comments
Midpoint by Stephanie Piper: I pass it on my way to work every day, the stone sign on Kingston Pike now heaped with flowers and balloons and handwritten tributes. Two weeks ago, it simply marked a church, a place of ...
Published 7/9/2008 at 6:00 p.m. 2 comments
Midpoint by Stephanie Piper: Here is what I used to think: that I would always feel 26. Or even 35. I rejected the relentless march of time. Blessed with good health and a family tree of vigorous, long-lived women, I ...
What Falls Away
Published 6/11/2008 at 6:00 p.m. 0 comments
Midpoint by Stephanie Piper: In search of the ultimate blunt cut, I strayed up and down Kingston Pike to a string of different salons and a parade of different stylists. Some of them were good and some of them were ...
Published 5/7/2008 at 6:00 p.m. 0 comments
Midpoint: I am an amateur gardener, a hit or miss tiller of the soil. I may talk the talk about bone meal and mushroom compost, but don’t quiz me too closely. My successes are more likely to be accidents than ...
In the Clear
Published 4/9/2008 at 9:00 p.m. 0 comments
Midpoint She was everything that I am not: raven-haired, practically weightless, indomitably perky. Sweet-tempered. Obliging. Patient. If she hadn’t been a cocker spaniel, she might have been real competition for me. What woman could stand comparison to another female who ...