It snowed all the way up to Albany. It poured on the way back home. We went there in spite of the weather, as we had many times in the past. We went to talk about the arts, it’s importance to our Empire State and the […]
Feminists are in huge demand this year. Bernie wants them. Hillary wants them. So does The Donald, Ted and Mario. They are not in short supply these days so much as they are now specialty groups, segmented by age, ethnicity, income, education, and then on down to […]
Recently, I tried to find myself within all the election clutter. Where do I belong, I wondered. I tuned into CNN to surf the category that best describes me. Neither a Democrat nor a Republican, I suppose I am an independent thinker. Female? Yes. Phew. That was easy. Neither a liberal nor a conservative. Not […]
This is a very simple bit of prose. It has no earth-shattering, moral lesson. It’s just a simple story about how potatoes saved my life when I was a teenager at Far Rockaway High School. Recently, I was reminded of it while observing the usual stresses of adolescence now that my granddaughters are teenagers. No […]
Women are an interesting lot. Like Sinatra sang in South Pacific, “There is nothing like a dame.” His was a sexualized version of what it means to be a woman. In truth however, there is nothing like a dame… or, more precisely speaking, nothing like a woman. Call the species what you will… women are […]
Harry Bolick is somewhat of a national treasure in that he is one of a handful of fiddlers keeping this tradition alive in our country. The genius of this musician is not just his skill with a fiddle but his pursuit of his roots and musical traditions in his home state Mississippi. On the theory […]
What’s in a name? There’s a new upbeat movement afoot in education circles called Every Student Succeeds Act (ESSA). It’s a “wishful thinking” piece of legislation in which the expected outcome is right up there in the program’s name. Near as I can tell, it does not carry the baggage of the program it replaced […]
Counting my blessings is a mental exercise I do during the holidays. I don’t plan it. It just seems to pop into my head along with the strains of “Let It Snow.” This year, perhaps triggered by the loss and restoration of county funds for the arts, I began to count our collective blessings as […]
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