March 18, 2016

In the spring of 2009, in a piece for Harper’s Magazine, I wrote that even though our newly inaugurated president probably wouldn’t solve all our problems, it felt as if Atticus Finch had finally come home. 

 

I still get that Atticus feeling when I listen to Obama.  Th...

March 5, 2016

Lately I’ve been binging on Trump: The Race for the Presidency, increasingly nauseated but unable to stop.

 

It’s a hell of a show: edgy, unpredictable, full of outrageous characters and shifting alliances . . . Who knows what will happen next?  Maybe Trump will bitch-sl...

February 20, 2016

I don’t want to talk about the news today, or the spectacle of grown men vying for the presidential nomination who give the impression of never having really experienced anything, of having been incubated in some medium entirely devoid of pain.  Usually, I’d be able to...

February 5, 2016

I was looking out the window at the melting snow on Prospect Street the other afternoon, dreaming of palm fronds rustling in a spice-scented wind, when my wife, who was doing the laundry, started to scream from the basement.  I ran downstairs into a cold rain coming do...

January 22, 2016

I was relieved when Jerry Falwell, Jr. recently compared Donald Trump to Jesus because, well, I’d been having some trouble knowing what to make of The Donald, and the adjective ‘Christ-like’ hadn’t sprung to mind.  I don’t know why.  Other adjectives had, but not that...

January 8, 2016

On the road this week, traveling the back roads into New England, I was struck again – as I always am whenever I get my ass out of the house – by how fundamentally decent most Americans are.  I’m talking about basic stuff: the back-and-forth at the gas pump, the willin...

December 25, 2015

Tom Hanks can do no wrong in my eyes. 

 

He could play Mussolini and I’d rethink my position on dictators.

 

If the Presidential election was between Tom Hanks and our jealous God, the Almighty would have some campaigning to do. 

 

Yes, there is a point to this.  It’s called...

December 11, 2015

Yesterday, on the trail where my daughter and I like to jog, a spandexed man with a broad back and very small legs – from the back he reminded me of those pictures of Frog and Toad - weaved by on a bicycle wearing Google Glass.  And I found myself wondering – I can’t h...

November 27, 2015

Some revelations come unannounced – no trumpets, no drums.  A small window opens, and in the instant before it closes again, you see where things are headed.

 

This was not that kind of revelation.  This one had trumpets.

 

And a trombone.

 

It was last July.  The tail end o...

November 13, 2015

Last week, my daughter, Maya, and I spent a still, November morning putting the garden to bed.  It’s an annual ritual for us – last year I did it with my son.  Sometime between the pumpkins and the turkey, after the frost-bit tomato plants and limp pea vines have been...

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