Category: Essays

    Alors, pour celles qui le souhaitent, voici quelques pistes qui devraient vous permettre de bien préparer cette rentrée! “10 Conseils pour b...

  I have some great pictures of my dad. There’s the one of him reading to my two sisters and me, the oldest of us only five. Jan, the eldest, is nestled ag...

  Forty-some years ago a company of sixty-one ice skaters, two chimpanzees, and a flock of white homing pigeons arrived in Atlantic City. Ice Capades had b...

  I can still see, more sharply focused than it could possibly have been at the time, the image of my four-year-old daughter being tossed into the air abov...

  Come away, human child, to the waters and the wild… —W. B. Yeats, “The Stolen Child”   It’s been seven years since I was last in Galway and it’s goo...

  The night before my father died I had a dream that he had gone to see a new doctor who told him that he was going to have another heart attack.  The next...

My husband and I were at my mother’s, weeding. She lives in a six-bedroom house on a sizable lot—front and back yard, gardens, and ample Connecticut woods. Her ...

“Drip, drip, drop When the sky is cloudy You come along, come along with your Pretty little song” from Disney’s Bambi – “Little April Showers”   Afte...

  Picture a highway. The New Jersey Turnpike, to be exact. Picture two young women –early twenties — standing on the shoulder of that highway, backpa...

  I’m considering taking down an ungainly splay-leafed maple in the back yard, which grows out of a rock with the tenacity of a hyena stealing kill from a ...