Art and Artist-Assisted Suicide

Art and Artist-Assisted Suicide

There was an interesting piece in The New York Times this morning. Under the headline “An Artwork Turns to Mush, All According to Plan,” William Grimes described sculptor James Grashow’s desire to be the “architect” of his own work’s demise. In December 2006,...

Wrought with Steadfast Will

I read the new history of my school, Emma Willard School in Troy, New York and paid particular attention to the summary of my own era within those “grey walls protecting.” I am struck by the paradox of the book’s enveloping familiarity and its utter strangeness. Was...
On the Gulf Coast 1

On the Gulf Coast 1

We updated the the Garmin Nuvi and lost Serena. Serena’s charming English diction tended to break down with the letter “r” but that was kinda fun, you know, the “what on earth did she just say?” giggle. With the update, the voice changed to something of slightly...
Let It Snow, Let It Snow…

Let It Snow, Let It Snow…

I got so excited I just had to post of Facebook: “It’s snowing!!!! It’s Christmas Eve and it’s snowing!!!!!” Yes, way too many exclamation marks. I remember one year quite some time ago, I think probably 1965 or 1966. We were at the grandparents’ home, 161 Main Street...