by Marcia Aldrich Nothing is simple. Nothing is pure. Sorrow folds inside the wings of happiness. And, as Louise Bogan says, “At midnight tears run into your ears.” ••• Late last April, […]
by Marcia Aldrich Nothing is simple. Nothing is pure. Sorrow folds inside the wings of happiness. And, as Louise Bogan says, “At midnight tears run into your ears.” ••• Late last April, […]
For “The Big Question” in their April issue, The Atlantic asks “Who is the greatest fictional character of all time?” Alec Baldwin brings all his sensitivity and intelligence to bear on this question by speaking for everyone, not just himself, and by recognizing a difference in the sexes. Gag.
By Tiffany Razzano My suit was brand new — I’d just torn off the tags that morning before rushing out the door and hopping on the subway. Now less than two hours […]
Before that evening, I hoped that everyone would be stealing glances at me, wondering who I was. And they were. Not for the reason I thought they would, but I giggled to my fiancé. “They will all remember me tomorrow!” And I’m sure they did.
By Julia Connolly As a young child, I had long, blonde hair and was princess of all I surveyed. Friends of my parents even called me “Grace,” as in “Princess Grace,” thank […]
It’s strange how hair is a body part—it’s yours and it isn’t. It belongs as much to you as your height, your hands, your nose. It binds you to the ancestors who […]
I have long hair—originally brown with some gold bits, depending on the amount of time I spent in the sun, and now that same color due to the contents of boxes […]
SATURDAY: Sirens and their HAIR Ah, spring! When a woman’s fancy turns to . . . the salon. Hair styles and symbolism have a strange and powerful place in the lives of […]
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Casey loved any kind of play Some readers of my memoir, For the Love of a Dog, say the end dissatisfies them. If I loved…
by Elise Hempel His car rolls up to the curb, you switch your mood, which doll to bring and rush out again on the sliding steps of your shoes half-on, forgetting […]