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Planet Pluto, Society and Civilization

November 10, 2020 Tags: history, memory, whimsy

1 Poor Pluto: reclassified from planet to mere ice body. Does Pluto care? It’s still a heavenly body, and it seems to have been content these past several billion years to keep pushing along the rim of the solar system. Actually, it’s people who

The Appointment: A Story

December 5, 2019 Tags: aging, family, fiction, memory, well-being and medical

If I tell Tricia that blonde doesn't look good on her, she'll be annoyed. She'll think I'm harping on again about being old. Well, we're both getting old—are old. Why is it that helping friends always gets you into trouble? Not that Tricia's

Garden of Remembrance

October 24, 2019 Tags: empathy, history, memory, New York City

I got pushback against my claim in last week's post that much of the nation hijacked the September 11 tragedy that befell Manhattan's Financial District. Superficially, the historical record supports the pushbacker view. Everyone around the country

September 11 and the Hazards of Writing About a Friend

October 17, 2019 Tags: history, journalism and reporting, memoir, memory, New York City, people in my life

1 A recent experience has caused me to consider yet again the difficulties inherent in writing about someone else, above all a friend. An essay I worked on for two weeks caused such distress to a good friend that I abandoned the project before

Soundtrack

September 19, 2019 Tags: memoir, memory, music, people in my life

Think of a song, and chances are you’ll think of a moment or a someone. Think of another song, and you’ll probably think of another moment, another someone. A piece of music might pop up when you call to mind a parent, a child, a friend, a certain

Grandma: A Reminiscence

September 7, 2017 Tags: family, in memorium, memoir, memory

The gulf in experience between Grandma Spratt and me is captured in two words from her letter of July 18, 1977: “at Wisconsin.” She lived in the town of Darlington, England. When I was four, my parents, brother and I, who were all born there, moved

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