Class Notes
Several times a year a postcard — now an email — shows up imploring me to submit news to my college alumnae/i magazine. Once or twice I’ve thought of doing…
Barf vs. Barf
for Tom On the morning of May 17, 2011 I sat down to my breakfast and coffee. It was my very favorite late spring breakfast — yogurt and granola with…
Worries
Things I worried about before I had my baby: That I would not love the baby. Yes, really. I worried about this. Hysterical, isn’t it? That the cats would hate…
Too Many Martyrs, Too Many Apologies
I once asked a black man in a hoodie for his identification. I am not proud of this. I am less proud because the man in question turned out to…
Control, Part Two
There’s been a Your eCards thing floating around on Facebook for the past week or so. Maybe you’ve seen it. If you’re reading this, the chances are good that you…
Luck
I sometimes wonder if the experience of playing Sky Masterson in a production of Guys and Dolls is enough to give you a lifelong boost, or if instead everything after…
Some Notes on Natural Childbirth
I’m putting this in a post of its own because, well, there may be some people who do not want to read graphic details about labor and delivery. If you…
December, Rain, Dylan
A drear-nighted December may not be the best time to listen to Bob Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks. Then again, is there ever really a bad time to listen to…
The Operation of the Machine
Mario Savio is famous, or at least he’s famous if you’re an activist at all interested in the history of student activism in the United States. He is famous enough…
On Veterans Day
This post is adapted slightly from the beginning of this month’s The Stage column for Little Village. The online version is not available yet, but those of you who are…