38. Liners: Cristoforo Colombo, 1963
A full three years between my first and second transatlantic crossings. The second, like the first, was westbound, from Gibraltar [...]
Your inner weed
I have been doing a lot of weeding lately. As often happens when doing this kind of mindless chore, my [...]
37. Liners: Île de France, 1957
My first and most tyrannically absolute memory of childhood, one free from the grainy coaxing of black and white photo [...]
36. Beach Dreams: The Last Summer
My family’s annual June sojourns at the Wilmington Avenue cottage in the resort by the sea covered four years, from [...]
No solace in yesteryears
Nostalgia is a congenital liar. It makes gilded that which was not. I take as examples my seventy-something Italian friends [...]
Eat my head
Teenage Rebecca Stein is going through a crisis or two — pretty terrible ones at that. A crisis called acne. A crisis called weight. Her father, Joel Stein, thinks she looks okay.
35. Beach Dreams: Axis
The place where the boardwalk ended, a carpet of stitched-together matchsticks surrendering to endless, disinterred sand, seemed to me like [...]
34. Beach Dreams: Jane Be Good
In June of 1959 my favorite beach car was made by a company called Nash. I came upon my favorite [...]
For what it’s worth
The war in Gaza presents critical thinkers with keen and complex dilemmas, many brought to the fore by fierce anti-Israel [...]
Wares to sell
I got the auction bug when I lived in Milan and a friend invited me to join her at a [...]