by Marion Winik | Sep 20, 2023
It is dark and chilly in the champagne caves, chilly enough that the tour guide, Corinne, insists I wear her thick apricot cloak over my summer dress. An enormous labyrinth of arching passageways carved into the limestone underlying the city of Reims, the caves could...
by Marion Winik | Jun 24, 2021
This century has been full of surprises for us baby boomers: Self-driving cars, portable phones that are smarter than we are, the ubiquity of hummus. But nothing has made my jaw drop further than the phenomenon of big butt worship. My college-aged daughter has...
by Marion Winik | May 14, 2021
In our family, there were two of us. Two sisters. We were the girls. Marion and Nancy. Or Mancy, as my father sometimes called us interchangeably. I was the smart one, she was the pretty one. I was the plump brunette tripping over her own feet, she was the petite...
by Marion Winik | Oct 9, 2018
Grief is a socially awkward emotion. It’s hard enough to negotiate in one-on-one conversations—what can you say to a bereaved person that won’t sound wooden, idiotic, or insensitive? In social settings, it’s even worse. But since it’s entirely likely...
by Marion Winik | Feb 13, 2018
Read time: 7 minutes The poet and peace advocate Naomi Shihab Nye resides in San Antonio, Texas, but she also lives on the road and in the air, constantly traveling to read, teach, and talk with people all over the world. This wandering lifestyle doesn’t stop...