The Shadows and the Shadow-Casters
My friend Greg probably didn’t mean to send me into an existential tailspin when he tweeted about this column in the Chronicle of Higher Education earlier today, but it is…
Author: Laura
The War
One of the best meetings I ever moderated — perhaps the best — was for people opposed to attacking Afghanistan in the aftermath of September 11, 2001. The group that…
Thanksgiving Food
My recipe book was a Christmas present from my grandmother when I was eight years old, which I know because she had me write on a page in the back…
On the Way Home
I’m in the Denver airport, back in Mountain Time, waiting for the last of my three airplanes home, and, as you can perhaps tell from the picture, the sun is…
Brooklyn (No Sleep till, Last Train to, A Tree Grows in)
My father grew up in Brooklyn, but I haven’t really been here since before he died, and I don’t really remember those visits except for one little movie — just…
Mishmash
Today was all about subways and art and zines and moving to Brooklyn. I’ve reverted to what I think is probably my natural state and become a night person here…
Other Boroughs, Other ‘Burbs
I spent most of yesterday in the Bronx and most of today in Poughkeepsie. Po-town is not what I would call a suburb, but the alliteration/allusion combination was too good…
A Long Short Trip
It might be said that I have two kinds of friends: those who take pictures and those who do not. That’s not quite accurate — all my friends take photos…
Everyone’s Your Friend in New York City
My trip to New York City started, as most of my trips do, with an early morning drive to Cody to catch the flight to Denver. You can fly to…
Farm Town
This has been a difficult summer. I work year-round — my library is a public one as well as a school one — but summer still always seems like an…