Monster or wizard
In the festive weeks leading up to Christmas, I was approached by a number of friends and acquaintances eager [...]
Gaza, the sequel
When Hamas carried out a bloody assault on Israeli citizens just outside Gaza, killing hundreds and taking hostages, veteran cynics [...]
30. Beach Dreams: Wilmington Avenue
There is no knowing why they picked that house, little more than a shy yellow cottage recessed from Wilmington Avenue [...]
All about war
Israel says war, and so it is. The retaliatory invasion of Gaza has by now become the Sherman’s March of [...]
29. Father Knows Best: The End, or One End
If books end, so do phases of life, though they refuse to stop blending, one with another. The London excursion [...]
Runaway truck
My latest cleaning lady is like a heavy-load truck with slashed tires that keeps on coming. She’s Bulgarian by birth, [...]
My Roman cats
My daughter Julia sprang out of bed the other morning declaring that she’d had a dream that we’d taken our [...]
Buone cose
Language is at its best when it spits at by-now universal idioms. France of another era insisted it would never [...]
28. Father Knows Best: Mrs. Margaret
My much-anticipated VC-10 adventure did not go quite as planned, and yet again, it was my father’s uncanny sense of [...]