Photo by Sergio García on Unsplash Timon of Athens (rhymes with “Simon”) was written by Shakespeare (whatever that means) in 1605-1606. Queen Elizabeth I had
Friends, readers, lend me your eyes! After a two-month hiatus I am back with a new website, redesigned for your reading ease. Since my posts
The stables were freezing, the violinist said.There was no way they would be able to play for an hour and a half, straight through without
How much of one thing equals another thing? This has to be one of the most overarching cultural questions. When we look at or hold
You know, it’s the little things. They stick. And because they are so small, and inconsequential, until they are not, they are a rich mine
The kids and I woke up at the very civil hour of 8:30 on Wednesday morning, but Jason had already had his coffee and left.
Thursday morning: “My entire face hurts,” I groaned after I woke up. I then began to whimper.“I do not know how I am going to
Christmas in Italy feels much more low-key. Or maybe we are more relaxed? The run-up to the crown jewel of calendar holidays here is, dare
Who among us does not yearn for a more perfect world? Who does not harbor idealizations of how the world might be, while longing to
Saint James and I have been friends for years. Meet my personal patron saint. Almost 25 years, to be precise. I first met him at