The blue sky arched high, and the yellow of forsythias dotted the hedged fields. Mark had trekked for hours. When he paused near a hut at the side of the lane, an old man came out and said, “Going far?” Mark leaned on the shepherd's crook he’d
Even though I used to find public speaking a nightmare, I consented to be the senior speaker at my Amherst College commencement. I say “consented” because I’d promised Andy, the friend who nominated me, that I would go ahead if elected, as I was.
That Friday afternoon last month, a Green-Wood Cemetery employee named Katie escorted Laura and me as we toured options for our future remains. We walked from buildings to open areas with ponds and vistas, on to another building, and then to yet
Protest I was perplexed when the flight attendant ordered my now wife, Laura, and I to change seats so that I would be next to the window and Laura at the aisle. I couldn’t see, so the window had no benefit for me, while from the window seat Laura
I hesitate to say this essay follows my reading of Kathryn Harrison’s 1997 memoir, The Kiss because the book’s infamous headline subject is the affair she had when she was twenty with her father. To my mind, the memoir’s real subject is the story of
1 Bonnie and I were close my freshman year of college, her senior year at a neighboring women’s college. She came from a traditional military family and had traveled around the world, not just with her family—in fact, mostly on her own. My feelings