
Celebrating oneself
If you’re as incurably literary a person as I am, any library in proximity is a beautiful haven. There are [...]

Some lyrics to hope by
This column, truthfully, is a love letter to writing. It comes after after a bout with creative infertility that lasted [...]

My place to be
The first time I heard the late English singer-songwriter Nick Drake, I thought he was Welsh because of the inflexions [...]

James Baldwin saved my life
Some things leave a mark. This school year did. Its awkward summer break came after a (pointless) return to school [...]

A gift at le marché
For as long as I can remember, the Thursday morning farmer's market has been a weekly institution, a hive that [...]

The acoustic release
I was in a phone conversation with my father in the United States when I learned of the May 25 [...]

A day in the life confined
Chatting with my editor and mentor not long ago we came to the obvious subject: Europe's present state of anti-viral [...]

Migrante, cantá tú canción
Not long ago I took a break from my life in rural Normandy and flew to New York City, in [...]

Finally, France is owning up
Columnist Will Robinson, while decrying French complicity against its own Jews, senses he's living through a national wakeup call.

Waking to a new language
I don’t think the memory ever went away. It did leave its mark, no doubt. • from the writings of [...]