P.S. A Weight Room of One’s Own

Almost 100 years ago, Virginia Woolf remarked on the food served to men and to women in the elite colleges Continue reading →

P.S. “Cut The Noise”

In 2017—just three years ago, but it feels like a century—I posted here a lament for the beautiful, vanishing birds Continue reading →

For the Duration

When one of my granddaughters asked if the Covid-19 experience was like anything I could remember, I said no. But Continue reading →

P.S. “A Strange and Terrible Sight”

Frightened and enraged by the crimes and abuses of the Trump administration and its enablers, I look back for hope Continue reading →

D-Day Memory: Then and Now

On a Tuesday in early June 1944, near the end of 5th grade, I woke to find my mother extremely Continue reading →

#MoiAussi

Long ago, during an earlier life as a medievalist, I spent some time studying the trials of Joan of Arc. Continue reading →

P.S. The Windrush Generation

I have posted more than once about Claudia Jones and her life and work in London with the “Windrush Generation.” Continue reading →

“I Question America”

I have written here before about the Greatest Generation, born between about 1909 and 1929 and celebrated for enduring the Continue reading →