P.S. Words Fail Me
Just before the 75th anniversary of D-Day in June 2019, I posted an idiosyncratic childhood memory of that event along Continue reading
Just before the 75th anniversary of D-Day in June 2019, I posted an idiosyncratic childhood memory of that event along Continue reading
On a bright blue October afternoon 60 years ago I put my twins in the stroller, tied the (pre-Velcro) shoes Continue reading
In 2017—just three years ago, but it feels like a century—I posted here a lament for the beautiful, vanishing birds Continue reading
When one of my granddaughters asked if the Covid-19 experience was like anything I could remember, I said no. But Continue reading
Frightened and enraged by the crimes and abuses of the Trump administration and its enablers, I look back for hope Continue reading
On a Tuesday in early June 1944, near the end of 5th grade, I woke to find my mother extremely Continue reading
In April [2017] I posted here about Trump’s dismal choice of a Secretary of Education who neither knows nor cares Continue reading
Much too often since the election of Donald Trump, I have felt a sickening sense of return to the 1950s. Continue reading