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jane-wilson's picture
Jan.21.2013
"Nous avons" Twenty minutes into the train ride from Orly to our hotel, my daughter silently curled onto her side, resting her head in my lap.  A woman who looked to be around my age, attired in professional clothing, was seated across the aisle.  I handed her the map I'd been...
jane-wilson's picture
Nov.28.2012
First time readers, kindly read the first entry for October 27, 2012, when this story began:                                   ...
jane-wilson's picture
Nov.20.2012
First time readers, kindly read the first entry for October 27, 2012, when this story began . . .                                  ...
jane-wilson's picture
Nov.20.2012
First time readers, kindly read the first entry for October 27, 2012, when this story began . . .                                  ...
lynne-spreen's picture
Oct.23.2011
  “You’re writing a book?” A young woman at the coffee shop nearly swoons. “Oh, I would love to write a book!” “Love has nothing to do with it.” I scowl into my mocha. Back home at my computer, I fight the invisible ropes that are winching me toward the vacuum cleaner, the garden, the...
farzana-versey's picture
Jun.30.2011
Making a cult figure into a caricature is par for the course and in fact an ‘occupational hazard’. So, doing a ‘Diana at 50’ is not quite as repulsive as the devotees of divadom would like to believe. What is a tad ugh is that it appears in Newsweek and not Hello or Ok or Vanity Fair or Marie...
jo-maeder's picture
Nov.14.2010
In the movie When Harry Met Sally, Billy Crystal's character makes a passionate case that a man can't be friends with a woman because he's always thinking about having sex with her. In 2003, when I became friends with Ted, a transplanted Yankee radio engineer who set up my NC recording studio,...
rand-bishop's picture
Jul.11.2010
“It sounds to me like you’re a little bit lonely,” my therapist observed. Her spot-on diagnosis carried with it an undeniable sting. Ouch. Much of my day-today experience is a very isolated one. I am always alone in my thoughts; and yet again, I’m not. As I type these words, or drive my car, or...
robert-earle's picture
Oct.29.2008
The Soloist is a successful variation a formulaic relationship between a not-normally-activist columnist and a schizophrenic street musician who once was a student at Juilliard. It's written with skill and honesty, a great part of its success. Whereas the title highlights the "the redemptive...
susan-browne's picture
May.31.2008
I just read a great essay in this week's New Yorker.  The title is "Awake" by Jenny Allen.  It's about sleeplessness, how Buddha, who was the "awakened one," must have learned all about it from middle-aged women.  Allen's essay inspired the following: I am a middle-aged woman,...