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Bare male flesh
It was not my express intention, but during my travels this summer I saw a lot of naked male flesh. When they say “travel [...]
A quiet fortune
Every August, a box arrives on my front porch, marked “fragile,” although there’s nothing breakable inside. Just perishable. A dozen ears of corn from [...]
Following a thread of Anderson’s
Paul Thomas Anderson has proven he knows his way around the most inaccessible regions of the human heart. An explorer might become dispirited by [...]
Solitude in Mustang
Up on the roof of the world, people's priorities are different and humanity is saner.
Tomato terror
Once upon a time, caterpillars almost put columnist Suzanne Dunaway off of gardening — but she found a way to defeat them.
Open letter to James Baldwin
A letter from Will Keppler Robinson, young writer on the cusp of adulthood to James Baldwin, a writer who needs no introduction: Dear James, [...]
Cool cooking
This summer I may or may not have kids and grandkids coming for a couple of weeks (another house — too many for this [...]
When the U.S. played God
Beware the old days. Old they are – always. But good is another story. Take the year of my birth, 1953. I was then [...]
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Open letter to James Baldwin
A letter from Will Keppler Robinson, young writer on the cusp of adulthood to James Baldwin, a writer who needs [...]
Review: “Fire Island”
It's immediately made clear that this newest adaptation of “Pride and Prejudice” may not be exactly about the pride and [...]
Cool cooking
This summer I may or may not have kids and grandkids coming for a couple of weeks (another house — [...]
When the U.S. played God
Beware the old days. Old they are – always. But good is another story. Take the year of my birth, [...]
Fiction: “I found out” 2
The government men were standing in the doorway, broad-shouldered, uncaring. The kind of men nobody stood a chance against. As [...]
Gypsies at the fair
Columnist Aldo Magagnino paints a picture of bygone days — a time of fairs, and Gypsies, and craftsmanship.
Looking for CRAD
My daughter Rebecca knocked on eleven’s door for at least two months before emerging from a series of Zoom meetings [...]
Violet’s letter
A hiking boot tramples a violet, apologizes, and then has the naivete to think that is an end of the [...]
Voices of freedom
At first blush, Walter Pierce Park doesn’t look like much of a historic landmark. It’s a quarter acre expanse of [...]