What is childhood made up of? Puppy dog tails, princess dresses? Forts in the living room, pancakes on Sundays? A bounce on a new mattress? A walk in the forest?
And what is remembered?
Parents provide the quotidien rythmn and orchestrate the …
What is childhood made up of? Puppy dog tails, princess dresses? Forts in the living room, pancakes on Sundays? A bounce on a new mattress? A walk in the forest?
And what is remembered?
Parents provide the quotidien rythmn and orchestrate the …
A young friend of mine graduated from college with a degree in linguistics and landed a summer job at Google. Her classmates had scoffed at her choice of the seemingly antiquated course of study, but it turns …
Red Maple and Birches, Road to Passaconaway, New Hampshire, October 11, 1953
Okay, it’s in my bones. Born in Pennsylvania and raised in Massachusetts from the age of five, I’m a New Englander through and through. Being back East this …
I’m just going to rave for a few paragraphs: I’m enamored of an original 8-part miniseries from Sundance TV and am heart-broken that it will end this week with the final installment of what has been a spell-binding tour of …
As the school year approaches, it’s good to take a moment and think about the point at which our individual and collective educational efforts are aimed. The race to get into the ‘right’ schools is all encompassing at each step …
My favorite author discovery of late is George Saunders, who just came out with a delightful book called Congratulations, by the way. In it he urges kids to lead kinder, more fulfilling lives, with words of wisdom gleaned from …
Traveling produces potent memories, and one of the most indelible experiences I’ve had on the road took place on the grounds of a former rice plantation outside Charleston, South Carolina called Middleton Place. I can’t remember exactly why we …
The media has been saturated with accounts of Mr. Mandela’s extraordinary life since his death last week at the age of 95. Much of it is worth reading — notably Nadine Gordimer and Philip Gourevitch in The New Yorker.
The …
I am approaching the end of my tenure as a bonafide “soccer mom.” True confession: I was actually an extreme soccer mom who spent up to three evenings a week driving my son to a practice field 40 miles from …