Some forty-one years ago, Christopher Winner had the opportunity to run a sensational story about a bomb that went off in his office building, but he did not.
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Once upon a footpath
Just over a decade ago, when the planet was more obsessed with terrorism than war, pestilence, or inflation, a short [...]
10. Spain: Noble Notsies
Once my Franco-American private school had rid me of my French ways — I was born in Paris and spent [...]
9. Spain: Rules by the mostest
The very first thing that struck me about living in Madrid, Spain was that the newspapers were in Spanish. I [...]
The New Mrs. Malaprop
“And he will avail.” In this sentence about the outcome of a plot, the writer confused “avail” with “prevail.” The [...]
Twilight of an astronaut
Many moons ago I imagined myself an astronaut. I was then in my teens, but my head was in the [...]
8. Travel to Spain: French Pirates in Libya
When the time came, leaving London became a story about a corrupt king. But as all matters in my young [...]
A “gentleman” undone
I am by nature impulsive. Some forty years ago that lifelong impulsiveness, complicit turmoil within the give-and-take of gender codes, [...]
7. Travel to Spain: Jolly Good!
When my father first announced we would be going to live in Spain, he also explained that we would be traveling [...]
6. Memories of Truancy: Firebug
If alienating the local fire department and turning my beloved cats against me wasn’t enough—and it wasn’t—I soon set higher [...]
Persistence before aptitude
There I was again. Hunched over my paperback Bible, stricken with doubt and eager for inspiration. But this Bible offered [...]
February sun
Finally, a resplendently sunny midwinter day in Rome — after weeks in which the sun seemed to have gone on [...]