Is it me, or does everyone have eccentric friends? Subscribers to this blog have met Neil, the most gentle of men who, among other adventures, nevertheless slashed a series of face-smacking branches extending out on to the sidewalk he regularly
No Numbers, No Stories: Disability and the Harm of Secrecy
1. Without Facts …? It is impossible to obtain objective information about the quality of a college’s services for disabled students. For other identifiable groups, we can get numbers, but not for disabled students. Members of those other groups are
Comma Wars
With all the questions swirling around us, one that doesn’t get enough attention is the role of the comma. Yet ask almost anyone about the placement of a comma, and you’ll get a passionate reaction. I told a well-read, non-author friend
Was Your Childhood Really So Boring?
The other day, a friend told me her childhood was boring. I’ve been thinking up questions to lead her to discover her childhood wasn’t boring after all. First, when you say your childhood was boring, were you bored, or are you saying telling your
The Tenacity of Childhood
In September, here in Brooklyn, there will be a summer-warm afternoon, heavy with moisture, when a fall front approaches. Above me is that summer sky that made May and June beautiful, fragrant with flower scents and optimism, but that by now has
Serenity
My old friend Neil was last seen on this blog in “James Bond and the Errant Shrubs.” There, his adventure began when he cheerfully cut off branches that protruded beyond private gardens across a public sidewalk, sometimes smacking him in the