As I’m writing this, my dog Jake is undergoing minor surgery to have a large growth removed from above his eye. I say “growth” because it’s a less scary word than “tumor”—though the vet thinks it’s certainly cancer, given how fast it’s growing. “Hard to say how much...
I have something to confess: Despite the fact that I’ve been self-identifying as a feminist ever since I became a charter subscriber to the new Ms. magazine back in middle school, I still think of certain household chores as “boy jobs.” Or at least, that’s...
I was 48 when I began hot-flashing, and they hit me like a burning sledge hammer about four or five times an hour throughout the day. Wham! I’d slip off my sweater and flick on the little fan under the desk in my office. Shiver! The sweat cooled down, and, clammy and...
Editor’s note: We like to republish this Christmas story every year because the message is such an inspiration–a bit of holiday magic that is especially welcome this year. *** On the first Christmas I spent with my then-boyfriend Bill, two holiday...
Walking in the city a few weeks ago, I stopped in front of Carnegie Hall to read the roster of orchestras and conductors that would be coming to town. It had been much too long since I’d heard live classical music, and I felt a sudden longing. Riccardo Muti….Did I...
