James and Peggy in the Latin Quarter
This is excellent, wrote my bass teacher, sending me a link to an article about American writer James Baldwin’s relationship [...]
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.